I know there is a season for everything. Right now, I believe I'm exiting a season of mourning. I flipped to Ecclesiastes in my Bible to find the verses that express this truth. Ecclesiastes 3:2-8 pairs the various seasons by placing opposites together. So as I depart my mourning, where am I headed? Dancing. If you look up the definition of dancing, guess what word you will find? Move. Dictionary.com defines dancing like this: to move one's feet or body, or both, rhythmically in a pattern of steps, esp. to the accompaniment of music. I can just picture Jesus smiling at me, extending his hand, and saying, "May I have this dance?"
God, move my feet, move my body, direct my steps all for your great glory. Amen.