I can’t remember the first time it happened in prayer. But I remember the first conversation I tried to have about it. “My prayer has been… I mean, it’s been wonderful.” My eyes sparkled, but I struggled to find the words. “It’s like… it’s spousal. It’s like my heart blooms open, to a place deeper than I knew existed—and God pours himself out there. Sometimes it leaves me breathless!” I shifted slightly in my chair and glanced at the floor.... Read more