Missing the way the beats used to run through. The way they would swerve, turn and jump inside me and all I could do was move with it. The floor pounding below me, the smoky sky lights above and all around me, all I can hear is the music moving in the air. My body no longer in my own control, my soul twirling against others. There is something about it, about dancing with another, dancing against another, dancing through another; a connection, a binding, a covenant, a religion. It goes deeper than the moment, deeper than a night. It is something spiritual, something incomprehensible, something words cannot explain…

In just a few hours, I will be on the plane heading straight to Surfers Paradise, QLD for a week of God-filled preaching, life-changing worship, brand new experiences and lessons and growth to be made. I’m excited and nervous, I feel like I havent packed enough even though I am possibly over my limit. I’m now sick and my throat feels likes it going to choke itself BUT I know God wanted each and every one of us to be in this trip, so I know I’m going to be ok, going to have an awesome time and won’t regret any minute of it. God gives out the best prizes SURPRIZES!