There’s a word I stumbled across recently that hasn’t left me since:
Frisson.
It’s that sudden wave of emotion.
A shiver down your spine.
A rush of goosebumps when something beautiful or true or overwhelming brushes past you.
It often happens when we hear a piece of music that moves us. Or when a film scene captures something so human it aches. Or when someone speaks a truth so deep it silences the room.
It’s beauty. But it’s more than that.
And the more I thought about it, the more I wondered:
What if the frisson we feel isn’t just emotion?
What if it’s a glimpse of glory?
What if it’s the evidence of God, brushing up against our earthly edges?
I don’t think it’s an accident that our bodies respond physically to beauty and truth. The goosebumps. The tear that wells up unexpectedly. The breath that catches in our throat. The stillness that follows.
What if those aren’t just reactions?
What if they’re reminders?
That we were made to recognize wonder.
That we were designed to be moved.
Because God is beauty. God is truth. God is presence.
And maybe frisson is what happens when our spirit remembers Him.
Maybe that moment where your heart swells, your skin tingles, and everything in you says, “This matters” — maybe that’s holy ground.
Not because the music was perfect.
Not because the words were eloquent.
But because, for just a second, you were aware of the Divine.
So the next time it happens—
When you hear something that gives you chills.
When you see something that steals your breath.
When you feel something that you can’t quite explain…
Pause.
Pay attention.
Don’t rush past it.
Ask: “God, was that You?”
Because maybe it was.
Maybe it always has been.
Anchor Verse:
“One thing I ask from the Lord, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple.”
Psalm 27:4 (NIV)