I had my eyes closed, the worship from the front of the church was flooding the room, and although I was surrounded by people, I didn't sense them there. I felt like I was in the room all by myself, and I was singing to my God, and to my God alone. And then I saw it in my mind.
I was looking down at my chest, and it was like I was wearing a coat that was open and a strong wind was gushing out of the opening, and warm light and colours like that of a sunset were gushing from my insides. I spread my arms out wider in surrender. All I could think of in that moment was, I wanted more. I was ready for more.
The wind circulated and billowed inside me with ferocity, and the material around the opening flapped wildly. A hundred tonnes seemed to be pressing on my shoulders, it was so heavy. I started to cry, because it was burning. I cried, because the love I felt in that moment was sowing the pieces together and mending the wounds of times past. My core trembled. My soul rattled. Every fibre of my body, every inch of my heart, the entirety of my focus and from the depths of my soul, I wanted to cry out, "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord."