Dance

She turns her face to the sun,
like flower petals opening to greet
light and warmth for the first time.
She sways, drags her foot along the sand
in a sweeping pattern; she reaches out slowly
to balance herself.
She jumps from tip-toe to tip-toe.
Waves tickle her legs and she giggles.
She spins quickly, almost gracelessly;
her arms form an arc above her head.
There is no clear pattern;
all movement is spontaneous.
She is vaguely aware that she can't dance,
but fully senses the pounding of her heart,
filled with a burning passion
that pulls her into a leap
and makes laughter bubble out of her mouth.
When she is alone, she sings or speaks;
words praise the One who made the glorious ocean.
Occasionally she asks questions;
she thinks aloud and walks through the stillness
interrupted by crashing waves.
Her worship doesn't end, however.
She shouts for joy and smiles in satisfaction.
He knows His plans for her,
and she anticipates eagerly His will for her life.

Question: Did someone hack into my account and add that "Insights" comment at the top? I absolutely love it, but I definitely didn't put it there.