Here I am at Adoration. I’ve been here over 2 hours already. I’m reading a book of prayers for the souls in Purgatory.
Suddenly, I just begin weeping. Tears are running down my face and I’m trying to breathe shallowly and evenly so that the 5-7 other people here won’t realize that I’m crying.
Then, just as suddenly, there’s this scent — like incense and flowers. No one has come in or gone out or gotten something from a purse or bag. No reason that I can see for the sudden scent.
I sit there, staring at the Lord; praying, praying. I’m not quite sure *what* I was praying but it was rather intense.
And, then it was over. My tears stopped and the scent went away. All I smelled then was the sweat of the man sitting in front of me.
Like nothing happened.
Something just did.