not a word

It was a usual Sunday church service. While people around me were jumping, singing and rejoicing in praising the Lord, I stood still and motionless. Silent. Not clapping my hands. Not singing. Not even a word. As i stood at my seat, watching fellow brothers and sisters in christ praising God, I felt... emptiness. Detached. Unmoved.

It was a familiar feeling.

As we moved from praise to worship, tears came to my eyes. I tried to keep them back. They were filled to the brim and threatened to spill over.

Blink.

Blink.

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

God spoke to me, yet again.
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Happy mid autumn festival.