It was amazing.
I still remember.
He touched me.
I felt it.
I heard Him.
Sunday morning at exactly 5:50 AM I was awoken. I had been dreaming; it was a regular, everyday sort of dream, nothing special. I felt two hands press my arm. They were together, side by side pressing. At the same time, I heard a gentle, manly voice say my name. ...just my name, nothing else.
I turned to look. I thought it may be my husband waking me for church. No one was there. I looked to see what time it was and sat a minute to try and process what had just happened.
I got up and saw my husband sitting in his chair reading. The TV was on a Christian station but the volume was turned down low. I told him what happened. My husband said, that a minute ago, about the time that I woke up, the Gaithers were singing on the TV. What were they singing?
Ok, I have to admit, that's not our "type" of music but this song does mean something to me now. When I hear it, I will remember that God touched me.
What do I think happened when "He touched me"? Well, I feel like it was God laying his hands on me to anoint me. I'm not for sure really. I have experienced a renewed energy and zeal since then. I think time will tell and when the time is right, He will reveal it to me.
...He touched me!