I am considering the word “overwhelmed.”
I cannot unsee the news photography: cars sinking, dramatic rescues, coffins floating down streets overwhelmed by the Flood;
an airbag deployed, overspilling its plastic cage, overwhelming the object of its zealous protection; she is shaking.
A friend is overwhelmed with love, kindness, generosity; the best kind of deluge.
I am overwhelmed by a flash flood of story, emotion, reaction, and the prevailing requirement to remain calm in the face of the storm.
Overwhelming is the grace of God, which is not drowned nor diminished by our tears of gratitude, joy, or desperation;
overwhelming, so that sometimes, I have to hold my breath, dive deep to find it.