The Holy Spirit Visits

He appeared suddenly, unannounced.
It wasn’t entirely quiet because the children were sleeping.

Yet the stillness was overwhelming.
He hovered over me—over my lying body.
My entire being sensed a presence: majestic, magnificent, beyond description.

My eyes were open. I could see the ceiling, and everything in the room.
I could hear the children breathing, the air conditioner humming.
Everything was still—not quiet, but still.
As if all of creation had paused in awe and wonder.

He did not speak.
He was simply there.

What struck me most was His weight—
not crushing, not suffocating,
but like a substance so completely saturated with presence it became heavy.
I told Him so.

I don’t remember when He left.
But I will never forget what it felt — to be in the presence of One so holy, so majestic, and infinite.