Father, it happened again earlier this morning. Driving to my favorite coffee shop, I suddenly began talking out loud about Your love. Tears started rolling down my face, and I sang, “Jesus loves me, this I know,” over and over again. I couldn’t stop crying, and I couldn’t stop singing.
Father, what’s happening to me? What have you been asking Me for these past few weeks?

I’ve wanted to know, to really know that You love me. I believe it, but I long to experience Your love in a way I never have.

Don’t quench My Spirit. Receive Him. He’s offering you fellowship with My Son and Me.

Father, that’s what I want more than anything. But I don’t get it—how can I feel so spiritually in tune one moment, as I did this morning, and so out of tune the next? Yesterday morning I woke up feeling flat, utterly indifferent to the story You’re telling.

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