A old man named Bill had a remarkable impact on my life. He never really said anything to me, except maybe, "Hey, Girl," as he grabbed my hand with a painful military grip and pulled me in for a hug. Not long before he died, he taught me how to dance. While out on the dance floor, I found myself tripping on his feet...working hard to follow the right steps. He looked at me in the eyes and smiled and said something like this, "Stop trying so hard to do the right steps...just follow me." That is my thought for this night. I have but one dance that matters right now...this one shot at life here on earth. I need to keep my eyes on the Lord of the dance and just follow HIM. Thanks, Bill! I can hardly wait to see you again in heaven.
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