i love dancing. 

i love the atmosphere in a club when people are really enjoying the music, i love seeing my friends enjoy the music, dancing like the ridiculous fools that we all are, and i love being part of something bigger than me. 

but what i don't love is the sleazy aspect of going out dancing. 

i've got this one friend who, every time we go out, whether its a small group or a bigger group, he dances like a sleaze with every girl. friday night is a prime example- there were three girls and two boys. one boy is gay. one girl is married. one girl is me. the last girl is visiting for the weekend. and then there's my friend, p. and though he might be sort-of involved with the girl that was visiting him, he still proceeded to dirty dance with each of the rest of us. 

now i don't mind people dancing and having fun, but really... 

church this morning we were talking about worship and how we worship God with our singing and our bodies. how God loves it when we dance and abandon ourselves in front of him with no thought of how we look... but i'm not so sure he loves p's dancing. or how i was dancing friday either. but thats where grace comes in. i recognise that that was a stupid move on my part and i'm going to ask God to help me be a better witness to p (who doesn't know Jesus, nor did any of the rest of our group friday night) next time i see him. 

and maybe next time i'm out dancing i'll be thinking of God, worshipping Him in the dancing...