An image of me in church...
The service had already gone on for a while when I noticed her, she wasn’t doing anything dramatic nor shouting, no falling, no drawing of attention. She just stood there quietly, eyes closed, holding a tissue in one hand. At first glance, it looked like a normal moment like someone praying during service.
But something about it felt different far more than that
Earlier that day, the atmosphere in the church had been lively. The choir sang, people clapped, and the preacher spoke with energy. From the outside, everything looked complete, until a song was being sang "Holy spirit we wait on you, insist on us" yes, most people will say, “The Spirit is moving.”
But standing a few steps away from her, I began to understand something deeper the spirit in there doesn’t always show up the way people expect.
Some people come into church carrying things they don’t show. Responsibilities, disappointments, private struggles, things that don’t disappear just because music is playing. And for people like that, the real moment doesn’t happen when everyone is looking. It happens when everything slows down.
I later learned that she had been going through a difficult time. Nothing obvious, nothing people would easily detect. She still showed up, still greeted people, still participated but inside, she was tired and feeling exhausted over everything
That moment, standing quietly with her eyes closed wasn’t just about prayer. It was where the spirit in there met her.
Not her being loud but meeting her personally.
What people often misunderstand is this, that the spirit in there doesn’t compete with noise. It doesn’t try to prove itself through performance. It works in a way that reaches a person where no one else can
She didn’t say anything out loud, no long prayers. No visible reaction but she stayed there, still and focused, longer than most people.
And slowly, you could see it not on the outside first, but in her posture. The tension in her shoulders eased, her breathing changed. It was as if something she had been holding onto was no longer sitting as heavily as before.
That’s what many people miss, that the spirit in there isn’t always in the visible excitement around the room. Sometimes, it’s in the quiet moment when someone finally stops, becomes honest within themselves, and allows that inner place to be touched.
And when she finally opened her eyes, nothing looked dramatic, but it was clear that the spirit in there had done its work
