tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818755414764474028.post8322710656901611121..comments2024-02-24T10:17:21.141+02:00Comments on abirumania: dancers in my headAbigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13882329555019846712noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818755414764474028.post-27103592843258401772007-01-17T20:25:00.000+02:002007-01-17T20:25:00.000+02:00janice .. i like that image and can see a version ...janice .. i like that image and can see a version of it in my head too. thanks. it's true about us being friends .. mmm. thanks, God!Abigailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13882329555019846712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818755414764474028.post-49590420869322656102007-01-13T17:07:00.000+02:002007-01-13T17:07:00.000+02:00I hear music--not just organized noise or catchy t...I hear music--not just organized noise or catchy tunes, but birdsongs, water dripping into a puddle, wind through tall pine tress... And I, too, envision dances. One time, during church they were singing "Glory glory, Alleluia He reigns.." and in my head I saw a Broadway-scale production, kind of like the Lion King, with people coming in from all directions, in bright colors with banners and fan-like props...I sat there, in the wooden pew of this Texas Southern Baptist church, smiling at the idea of such a praise-fest--and the irony that the particular church would probably never allow it since dancing is offensive to half the congregation. Sigh. Maybe some day... janice ps-is it any wonder we're friends?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08994377182811587144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818755414764474028.post-54760927746618329042006-12-17T19:49:00.000+02:002006-12-17T19:49:00.000+02:00"Were not our hearts ablaze within us as He spoke ..."Were not our hearts ablaze within us as He spoke to us along the road?" I love how His flame dances within you as you continue on the road...dianeAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09457653842882263324noreply@blogger.com