It happens during worship. That moment where time stands still. There’s a silence that covers any distractions—a tuning to His voice, to Him alone.
It’s really indescribable—that feeling. You have to experience it to understand it, to believe it. It’s more addictive than any known drug in this physical world; more intoxicating than the air we breathe.
And yet it’s not the feeling that is the ultimate expression; rather, it is the communion of two hearts as He whispers to your soul.
It’s a moment that consumes our senses and as His love washes over the soul there is a knowing that we are His. There is a sense that this moment is meant to last forever.
He speaks living words—that we are so privileged, so treasured. It is humbling to the soul. That One so high, so great, would descend to meet with us.