Midnight. The city outside is quiet, and I'm alone in my room, but I know I'm not really alone. I pick up my guitar, and as I strum the first chords of "Hallelujah", a familiar warmth spreads through my heart. The music fills the space, and I begin to sing, my voice weaving in and out of the melody.
As I play, I feel it – a presence around me. It's as if the room is filling with an invisible crowd, their presence palpable, yet invisible to my physical eyes. I don't see them, but I can feel their wings, softly rustling, their eyes upon me, filled with love and adoration.
The music swells, and I lose myself in the worship. I forget about the world outside, forget about my worries and fears. All I focus on is the One I'm singing to. The angels' presence grows stronger, and I can sense their joy, their praise, joining mine.
The air is filled with an unearthly fragrance, a sweet aroma that fills my heart with joy and peace. It's as if the angels are worshiping alongside me, their voices harmonizing with mine in perfect unison. The music becomes a prayer, a declaration of God's greatness, and I feel the angels echoing my words.
As I strum the final chords, the presence lingers, a gentle reminder that I'm never alone, and I'll never be. The darkness recedes, and the light of God's presence fills my room. I'm wrapped in a sense of peace, knowing that God's angels are surrounding me, protecting me, and worshiping with me.
In this quiet moment, I feel the reality of the unseen world, a world of wonder and awe. I'm grateful for the gift of music, a way to connect with the divine, and for the angels who join me in worship. As I put down my guitar, the presence slowly fades, but the memory of it stays with me, a reminder of the power of worship and the love of God.
What a beautiful moment 🥰