A Holy Moment

Do I need a reason to cry? A concrete explanation? If so- I have many, though you might not find them worthy of tears. But how about the mere idea that my Father, my Savior, wanted to spend this moment with me? 
I climbed to the top of this mountain in search for solitude, even though there are a lot of other people around. But then everything stilled. Children stopped chattering and feet stopped pattering. I could even hear the wind. Faintly at first, then with rising power the sound o f voices hit my ears. It didn't take long for me to spot the large group of people in the distance, below the base of the slope. It also didn't take long for me recognize the tune their boisterous voices sang. "I surrender all. I surrender all. All to Thee, my precious Savior, I surrender all." They continued and I was enveloped in the hymn. I'm wrapped in the call of my God to lay it down. To surrender ALL. Every struggle, each pain of mine, and the burdens of others I wish I could carry. 
Every reason I have to cry is eclipsed by the realization that this is a holy moment. My Father is askin for a response. A response of love, trust and surrender. And that alone is enough to cry tears of joy and gratitude. These tears fall in surrender and repentance, as I lay it all down at the feet of my Savior. 
"All to Jesus I surrender. All to him I freely give. I will ever love and trust him. In his presence daily live." 
Just as suddenly as the sounds died, they resume. Conversations and laughter, camera shutters and shoes hitting the rock. But the sounds are all stilled as I contiue to seek solitude amidst a busy world. 
Inhale. Exhale. It all fades away. Just me and Jesus left at the top of the mountain.