Tonight has been nothing short of perfect. I am nestled in the living room and penning these thoughts down; the cold wintery breeze whistles through the hall and Take Heart plays like a low rumble in the silent house. At this instant, I discover that I am sitting in the middle of a magical moment- those quiet moments, you know. Moments that you suddenly remember how alive you are and more importantly, how dead you could have been. I find myself searching in my heart for God in such moments, regardless of how tempting it really is to turn up a John Mayer song and lose myself like I know I can.
I remember how dead I was in my sin and how alive I really am in Grace. I think about how He took me out of my sin and saved me. How the King of Majesty willingly cleaned the dirtiest corners of my heart. Such grace; such love. 
A set of stringed instruments festoon notes to end the song and I shut my eyes, looking hard and long into my own soul. All I can think of is how I would give everything in this world just to waltz my Lover through this song over and over, again and again- my heart overflowing with joy, my feet a life of its own, my eyes fixed on my King.

'Dance with Me,' He calls.

'Dance with Me, child.'