"God is more real to me than any thought or thing or person. I feel Him in the sunshine or rain; and all mingled with a delicious restfulness most nearly describes my feelings. I talk to Him as to a companion in prayer and praise, and our communion is delightful. He answers me again and again, often in words so clearly spoken that it seems my outer ear must have carried the tone, but generally in strong mental impressions. Usually a text of Scripture, unfolding some new view of Him and his love for me, and care for my safety...

That He is mine and I am His never leaves me; it is an abiding joy. Without it, life would be a blank, a desert, a shoreless, trackless waste.

William James (1842-1910)