Last night we went to a prayer meeting. That the origin of where we met, at a ministry called a house of prayer. It is my husband's daddy's night out activity that he gets to do. But this week I sensed I should go too. It was very good. I dressed up in a dance skirt my husband bought me years ago and hadn't worn before. Wore my pearls. Put on one of my favorite white sweaters. (My youngest saw me when I got home to say good-night to him and he said I was a princess. It was so precious how he said it.)
I wanted to dance and I did. Just a simple little dance off to the side. Just between me and the Lord. It was fun to watch my skirt swirl and to just enjoy the movements. Enjoy the presence.
And I prayed on the microphone twice! It was awesome! It felt great!
And I came home to 3 boys that showered me with love, hugs and kisses and went to sleep with a smile. At peace. Gosh did it feel good.
The new normal is coming. And I smile at the future.
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