Some years ago I had an unusual spiritual experience whilst making a short retreat at a nearby convent.
At the time my chronic fatigue was so severe that sharing this protected and undemanding environment was the only way I could manage away from home.
One morning, while praying and resting alone in my room, I began to experience a strange physical sensation, as if fine droplets of oil were falling on to my head, face, and shoulders.
It was a most beautiful feeling, like a gentle dew, or a soft shower of rain, and it filled me with delight.
After a time I stood up and began to move about, yet the sensation persisted.
Leaving my room, I met a fellow guest who was just coming into the house. We spoke briefly, then parted, but the dew-shower continued unabated.
I went outside, and walked about slowly in the gardens, which were large, and well-tended, revelling in both the experience, and the deep, accompanying sense of joy.
After about an hour the sensation gradually melted away, like the imperceptible fading of a rainbow. However, I have never forgotten this experience, often wishing I could receive it again.
Let my teaching fall on you like rain; let my speech settle like dew. Let my words fall like rain on tender grass, like gentle showers on young plants (Deuteronomy 33:13; NLT).
I will be to Israel like a refreshing dew from heaven (Hosea 14:5; NLT).
You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over (Psalm 23:5; NKJV).
Harmony is as precious as the anointing oil that was poured over Aaron’s head (Psalm 133:2; NLT).