“Life is the dance floor. You are the music.” I heard that last night watching “Mean Girls.”
So I thought and pondered on it for while. Sometimes I feel completely
off rhythym and trivial. As if I can’t seem to get past the same
rendundant lifestyle. Where’s the discipline and the freedom to dance?
Where’s the abundancy that I always hear about and seldom experience?
The answer lies somewhere in my relationship with Christ and the level
of dependency I have on Him. Thus, I am left to ponder more.
Disclaimer:I unashamedly admit I watch chick flicks with my wife
and ENJOY them. Yes, I am comfortable with my masculinity. No, I am
really not all that sensitive in real life. Ask my wife.