Be born in me

I have no words for how special this morning was. This Sunday morning I would perform my 

'Be born in me' dance again, but for my other corps family here on Manhattan, on 14th street.


As I prepared myself to dance my Mary dance once again, I spoke to my grandma, and told her 

that this was for her. And I spoke to God saying that this was for him. And as I folded hands and 

prayed, I realized the fantastic detail; that my grandma will always be present in every prayer, 

because every time I fold my hands towards God, my grandma's ring is folded in the hands.


I listened to ballet music all morning, and just let myself move from my heart. Move to them.

And as I was spinning gracefully with my arms over my head, I felt my heart being warmed, and 

it made me cry because I could finally again feel my grandma's presence, because she was 

drawn to my dance and was endlessly proud.


And then this morning, before performing 'Be born in me', I felt my heart being warmed 

by such a strong opening of the ceremon. Intimate and special. The 2 candles of advent lit 

preciously from the middle of the room on the altar, beautiful ceramic nativity figures told the 

Christmas story on the piano in the corner, just beside a perfectly beautiful Christmas tree with 

a big shining star on the top.


Lt. Olivia said: "Lord, we've all prepared this ceremon all week, now we lay it in your hands. 

Do with it what you want and open our hearts through it all".

And this is what I believe happened this morning.


Without anybody knowing it, the message in my dance fit perfectly into the ceremon.

All the songs, the scriptures and the preach towards the end all spoke about opening our hearts 

to God, making our hearts his Bethlehem.


As I danced I got to tell the story in a new way. And I had such a strong receiver of my message.

In the middle of my dance I felt my grandma with God in my heart, I felt so fulfilled and 

touched. It almost made me tear up, while telling the story. I am sure everyone who watched 

me this morning noticed, and I am sure they were swept into the beautiful story even more..

and much more than anyone got to at Hempstead citadel last weekend.


We read Mark 1:1-8, which is about John the Baptist preparing all the people of Israel for their 

Savior, who is soon to come.

And from this word of promise, the whole nation came to the river to be baptized, because they 

understood they had to be cleansed from their sins. They were willing to start over and trust 

their hearts to this unknown man who would fill their hearts with truth and salvation.


In nr. 101 in the Salvation Army song book, we all sang: "Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus, 

there is room in my heart for thee".


The preach was about cleaning and preparing our hearts for Jesus when he comes back and 

makes our hearts his Bethlehem.


Everything was perfectly mingled together in one big message.

Even know when I write it, I find it hard to relive this special morning. There are no words full 

enough to describe how powerful this morning was. The whole room was touched and blessed.

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This morning was in general so fantastic.

I woke up early to stretch and dance for an hour from 7-8. After that I went straight to Central 

Park with my roller blades, like I'd been longing to do for months!

Oh, it was soo amazing.. Free like a bird!


When I came back to my room my sister called and sent me her love.


I send my love to all of you! I hold you dearly in my heart.