Sometimes I feel my heart fill near to bursting with joy. When I train my mind on the reason for this sudden rush, I find the coals of my soul have been blown hot by a wind. A wind of spirit the reason for which is not fully known to me other than I in this mundane moment see the majesty of Jesus Christ. I revel in his glory, I dance in his mercy, I am cast joyfully into his love. My only regret? That if I were to cry out my office mates might be startled. So in quiet exuberance, I pray and ask God to guide my hand.
