The one that happens within, igniting every single fiber of my body, the one that lets me know without a doubt that He is very, very near.
And for that moment, that moment that it lasts, I am lost in the most passionate love I could ever know.
But here's something I do not expect: When the moment comes that it would end (for it usually doesn't last longer than a minute or so), I am astounded to find that not only does it continue, but it intensifies.
Here, I understand.
And it is indescribable. It continues and I am lost in my wild love for Him, and His for me.
But then the moment comes when I pray, "No more." It is a humble request, for I am unable to withstand the increasing intensity of it, however phenomenal.
He responds politely, as He is a gentleman.
He lingers, and I rest.
I awake, and two questions cross my mind:
Why can't I have it?
Why would I ask not to?
Now, I wait.