the HS

So when I was in Baltimore I decided on the last night that I was going to treat myself to a nice dinner. I was sick of eating at McDonalds every meal and went online to search for a local seafood joint. I found a place that was highly recommended called Timbuktu and headed out. As I got there I walked into the front door into the waiting room and almost as soon as I walked through the door I knew something was different. It wasn’t the ambiance, the smells, the waiting room (30'x7') PACKED shoulder to shoulder full of people, or anything really that any of the 5 senses can detect. This was stronger. What I felt was the Holy Spirit. I've felt it before plenty of times, but this was different. I was exhausted from a long week of work and walking into a room like that was the last thing I expected. The room was so full of the Holy Spirit it almost made me woozy. The best way to describe it, a deep euphoria so thick it was like the fog in San Fran bay, dense enough that you could cut it with a knife. Man, what a pleasure.