There are things that God does which you sometimes cannot tell.
You cannot tell them because some of them feel so sacred that you would be too afraid to say them. You cannot tell of other experiences simply because they can't be told. They can't be told not because you refuse to share but because the language of words was not designed to describe what can only be known through being a participant of a particular experience in a specific moment of God's time. This matter continues to confound and captivate me.