Sunday worship has been moving me to speechless silence and tears. The experience is a potent visceral oomph like my chest is opened and waves of joy and praise are lapping my soul as I raise my hands to heaven. There is NOTHING that compares to my invitation into His life. There is no sensation as tremendous as pure worship. Not sex. Not Drugs. Not Alcohol. Nothing compares...
Nothing.
"Yes, I will rise when he calls my name!"
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Worship has been something else lately, hasn't it? Love the picture. :)
Love this post. I can feel it. And you are so right - nothing compares.
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