Countdown horror

It was crazy, fun and explosive. Yet at the same time, I simply couldn't accept the fact that I was for thy limelight, proud and constantly putting God's glory at the backseat. All along, I verbalised that dance was for God's glory, but my heart says otherwise. I guess this has truly convinced me even further of my new year resolution; Life of surrender in capabilities. If not, what is the difference between those half-naked guys whom I saw celebrating countdown with alcohol and fighting to impress the row of girls? On one hand it was compassion, on the other was holy discontentment pointed towards the man in my mirror. In short, I see no worth in holding on to my talents without a God-centered motivation. Jesus, take thy wheel.

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