Have you ever been to a place where you felt so close to the Lord that you could just reach out and take His hand?
A place where the warm sun on your head may have been His breath as he placed a holy kiss in your hair?
And where the sweet, warm breeze caressed your face and you knew it was His hand?
I found this place in Eastern Washington. High in the mountains, where there was not a sound, save that of the wind high in the trees.
He came to me there. He touched me and brought me to my knees.
I will never be the same. |