I sit here, my lap top on top of my lap, my fingers resting on the keys, and something is stirring in my soul.
If you are a blood bought born again follower of Jesus Christ, you may know exactly what I'm talking about. If not, feel free to contact me because we need to talk.
I search for the word to explain the sensation. It's as if the Holy Spirit of the living God sometimes settles down for a little nap in the back corner of my soul. I don't believe God sleeps, and I don't believe that part of Himself that he sends to dwell in the hearts of his children sleeps, but sometimes He is very still, very quiet,