I felt like I was meeting Jesus for the first time.
Tonight, as I drove home, and I felt the strange relief of hot tears on my face, I suddenly felt that Jesus was in the passenger's seat and He wanted to hold my hand.
So I reached out and laid it there on the passenger's seat and held His hand.
That's the thing. That doesn't make any sense. It doesn't make any sense for me to feel that way. But when you feel someone reaching for your hand that you know isn't there, you know He is there.
I want everyone to feel that way.