I had a spiritual experience I can’t explain

You do not need to explain it. You only need to not pretend it did not happen. Something touched the surface of your life — in a room, on a road, in the middle of an ordinary act — and the ordinary has never quite closed over it since. That refusal of the ordinary to close is itself information.

Scripture is relaxed about such experiences in a way churches sometimes are not. It says test them, not trash them: “believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God” (1 John 4:1). The test is not whether it was strange; it is what it left behind. Experiences from God leave a signature: humility instead of grandiosity, love instead of superiority, a pull toward truth rather than away from it. Awe may register as fear in the moment — but fear will not have stayed as a residue. What stayed is what tells you where it came from.

And do not rush to build a doctrine on one night. Even Paul went away to Arabia before he went up to Jerusalem (Galatians 1:17). Experiences are given the way seed is given: to grow slowly into something. Write down what happened, plainly, while it is yours to keep. Tell one steady person. Then keep living, keep listening. If it was God — and the ache to know suggests it was — He who began it will continue it: “he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it” (Philippians 1:6).