I breathe You in.
I take a deep breath and Your presence fills me.
You are beautiful. Masterful.
Awesome. Worthy of praise.
Holy.
Your grace moves me to tears.
I am so undeserving. You love me anyway.
How could I ask for anything more?

But You've given me so much more!
Peace! Joy! Blessings uncountable! Songs to sing! Family! Friends!
Forgiveness.
The greatest gift of all, given freely to me.
A sinner.
A blasphemer. An adulterer. A liar.
A lazy, prideful woman.

You see through all the sin to the woman You created me to be:
A mighty woman of God, with faith as unwavering as the rising Sun.
You are my rock. My foundation.
My Redeemer. My Lord.

The Lord is so good!
He's making me feel alive.
I am forgiven.

I love the way I feel right after I finish a book.
It's like I'm empty and full at the same time,
and for a moment or two, time seems to stand still.
I notice the dust hanging in the air when the sunlight comes through the window.
I feel the breath enter and exit my lungs.
My pupils widen and my senses are heightened, if only for a moment.

Why does it make me feel is way?