I remember thinking I want to be like her…

As a twelve-year-old girl I was mesmerized by the beauty that radiated from her. With her hands held high and joyful smile across her face she gently swayed back and forth in a dance like motion. I knew staring wasn’t polite, but I couldn’t help it. Never in all my life had I witnessed someone praise the Lord so passionately. She was contagiously joyful. Beautifully unbound. Graciously wild and free….