Burn with a flame

They say we do what we love - we throw ourselves whole-heartedly into the things in which our passion lies strongest.

The dancer learns every move to absolute perfection. She practices for hours each day. She makes sure her body is healthy. When she moves across the floor, lost in the tempo and sound, she is happy. She is complete. She is home.
The basketballer spends hours on the court. He pictures every move and every shot. He studies the skills of the opposition. When he races down the court, the crowd cheering him on, he is fulfilled. He is at peace. He is home.

Beauty lies in this passion.
But what if we change the picture? What happens if we change what they love - dance and basketball - to things that they do for the One they love? Who is she dancing for? Who is he playing for? Who is her teacher? Who is his coach? Who is it that is praised when they display their talents for others to see?