Last night, I felt it again.

A sweetness. A pull. A passionate yet gentle invitation from the King that seemed to stop time for just a few moments.

He wanted to work on my sermon together. I ended up scrapping half of it, pretty much starting over. It was like the info was there, without the heart. Without the power.

Do you ever get that sense, that pull, that “Come, lean into me, I love you” from Jesus? It’s a feeling, oftentimes, but usually more of a heightened awareness coupled with peace. In my experience, it’s fleeting. Momentary. I can miss out on it, shut it down, ignore it.

In thirty seconds, it can be over.

I’m so glad I leaned in. It was rich.

He was rich.