She dances.

My heart blooms like a sweet flower naturally arrayed in beauty.  

But not the striving kind of beauty… 

Rather, a beauty that knows it was created with such tender thought and care.

Like fresh blossoms swaying in a cool breeze on a warm summer day, my heart dances.  

But it’s as if it’s dancing for you, Jesus…

twirling around and showing off

just like a young, carefree child.  

I smile.

My heart is coming alive again.

-Dianne Todd

June 15, 2017

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