Fashionably Late and He's Right on Time
A flushed sensation ran through my body... my soul alive with fire (the good kind of fire). A fire that ignites you. A fire that exclaims to you "I don't want to be quiet, I don't want to stand still, and I want to scream from the top of a mountain!" I felt the hair on my arm rise, my body baking in this fever of some sort. My mind didn't even have to think, the words just poured from my lips. Things that I know to be true, but I wasn't speaking them. And then... I submitted to this overwhelming sensation to cry because I knew it finally happened... I wanted to cry because I wanted so desperately to get the words back that He uttered through my lips. I wanted Him to talk to me like He was able to talk to my friend. I wanted God's words cascading into my ears. As I was speaking, I couldn't even believe the things that were coming out of my mouth and how easy they just seeped through my lips. The words were so light and so encouraging... Encouragemen...