Hotter than a Two-Dollar Pistol, Baby I'm on Fire..

I want to dance in the rain.
I want to skip through puddles.

I want to be footloose and fancy free.

I wake up this morning with my heart thumping so hard it just might pound right out of my chest. Chest-pains? Nah. Frustrations? No. Happiness? Maybe. Contentment? Yes. Euphoria? Yes. Giddiness? Hell Yes.

The bad times are a distant memory. Because my heart is alive. Today the joy of my life radiates through my veins like electrical currents. I feel like I've crossed over to the bright side. Forever. I've made the journey and I'm eternally bathed in sunshine.

It's that feeling that only happens once a year. That moment when spring is here and summer is on the way and the sun is warm on your face, on your arms, and legs and it reaches through your skin, to the core of who you are. Warmth; reassurance after a cold winter that yes, the best is here.

I want to call up my family and pass around "I love you" and "you are so important in my life" because I want them to feel this joy. I want everyone to feel this love. Caught off guard by life I suddenly realize I am protected, I am safe, this is good.

I feel selfish holding onto this myself. I have to share it. I have to pass it on. I have to get on my knees and thank God that He's lifted me up like this. The torment isn't real. THIS IS REAL BABY. This is the stuff dreams are made of.

This is the fire. The fire people talked about, a life "ablaze for Christ." I was so turned off, so close-minded. But it's true. I can't keep still, I can't turn my mind off, I can't stop rejoicing.

This is the life. The pain brought me here. And it was hard, so hard that I couldn't imagine ever feeling anything different. But this is the life I was meant to live. All those far off dreams--those have become my reality.

These are the moments.