It’s amazing how in the same morning you can be sitting in front of Amy Grant as she casually talks to you like you’re one of her best friends about the importance of being quiet, about expectation, and as she shares candid moments that lead you into a awesome place of intimacy with her and the Lord (a truly beautiful moment), and fifteen minutes later you’re in a business meeting about the decline of the market. Suddenly you’ve snapped out of that perfect hush that made tears weightlessly glide down your cheek because of the closeness that you felt to God. You lose the desire to call your wife and interrupt her day just to tell her how much you love her and are so glad that the Lord has blessed you with her and how she makes you want to be a better man. And your desire to share your whole life story- every candid detail- with this blogging community, to be known- because you were inspired by Amy Grant’s candor and reminded of your wife’s beautiful lack of secrecy, is lost in a matter of minutes.

How I wish I’d had time to come back to my desk and silently cry a little: to continue partaking of communion with a great and close God, to remain in the perfect hush. It’s a beautiful place.