My Sunday.

Walked in.

Felt exhausted.

Let the Spirit fill me.

Watched my husband play his guitar as he sang.

Worshipped.

Worshipped wholly.

Encountered Him.

Stepped out in faith for prayer.

Cried before I hit the alter.

Trembled with unspeakable peace.

Felt the chains loosen.

Overcame.

Sighed a deep sigh.

Breathed tightly and released my shoulders.

Turned around.

Walked to my seat, weightless.

"This world has nothing for me.

This world has nothing for me.

This world has nothing for me.

This world has nothing for me.

I need you, Jesus.

To come to my rescue.

Where else can I go?

There's no other name by which I am saved.

Capture me with grace...

I will follow you.

I will follow you."

I said it. I believe it. I receive it.

He is my Jesus.

My beautiful, wonderful God.