And I'll become even more undignified than this

So, after getting up and going to church (like all good deacons do), I sat at lunch with some friends. I say sat, cause I was done eating when wave after wave of different people came in. I really enjoyed the time, and we had some fun conversation. But then came the really fun part. I went home. Yeah, I am a commuter believe it or not. But while I was at home a friend's status was a new David Crowder Band song that was in my head all week, and I finally replaced it with a new song from church. but as soon as I read it, the new song was gone and "He is jealous for me" came billowing through my head. I decided not to fight it but embrace it. And much like David, but with more clothe I spent the afternoon dancing to some awesome music. I even made a quick playlist of some good songs that are worth dancing to. I am not one for real dancing as most can probably imagine. I am as quick and smooth as anyone on a volleyball or baseball team, but dancing fails me. I don't know how it doesn't translate. I mean i can see a batter turn his hips a little and already I have 3 steps towards where the ball is going before he even swings, and then make a diving catch in the corner of the outfield. But moving my hips in rhythm fails me.
But this was not regular dancing. This was heart dancing. Probably if anyone were to walk in on me, they would wonder whether I have something in my chest that I keep hitting, or am trying to stretch out to put something on the ceiling. But in this wonderful time of crazy dancing I felt alive. I understand why David did it. It's just that God is so awesome and there is nothing we can do but praise Him with our whole bodies. Our mind can theologize about Him, our hands can serve Him, and our feet can (as Audio Adrenaline puts it) go where He sends me. But I feel something special when my complete body comes together. All the parts moving in a way that although seem weird and awkward to someone watching me, but to God it is a form of worship. And He, atleast I hope, likes it.
So there is my confession of dancing. It is something that doesn't happen often, but something I love to close my doors, and just go crazy, and praise God, with loud singing and awkward movements.