I had been fasting for over a week. The strength I felt during that week carried me above our usual free will state. Everything I did was in confidence, every communication, and every action. It was awesome. Food never entered my mind; I was not hungry in the least. I believe I could have fasted for a month had it been required.
During the praise and worship service the next Sunday, I felt like dancing when one of the praise songs was being played. That was so not like me!
Nevertheless, out in the aisle I went. Instantly, my body felt so light, so weightless, so free, I found myself dancing in a state of oblivion, carefree, with a joy I had not experienced in a long, long time, and I knew I was dancing with the Lord of Hosts; I could sense the dancing of angels.
A large part of the rest of the congregation began to dance as well (though I was not aware of it at the time) and joy seemed to fill the sanctuary. I don’t even know how long it went on, but oh what a glorious freedom there was.
At that moment the Lord was saying to me: this is how my children should live all the time, regardless of circumstance, regardless of happenstance, regardless of anything. The joy of the Lord indeed is our strength.