…he saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior,… ~Titus 3:5-6
As a little girl I remember getting a feeling in the pit of my stomach when I knew something was wrong. I’d experience intense anxiety and many sleepless nights over my hurting or something happening to my family or friends.
Early on I had a very sensitive heart toward children and adults with special needs, and growing up I was often told, you seem wise beyond your years, or you’re an old sweet soul.
I have always been in tune with my feelings, and sometimes hyper-aware of what others are going through.
I’ve also ignored that voice in my head that yells, danger!!!! while being totally unaware of someone taking advantage of me.
Since becoming a stronger believer over the last four years I’ve come to believe the reason I care deeply for others, why I experience my stomach tightening, and how I can tell someone is hurting is because of the Holy Spirit.
In my teens and twenties I thought the idea of the Holy Spirit was a bit…. strange.
I didn’t quite understand his purpose, and I felt it wasn’t really necessary for him to be present in my life. I thought I was the one with all the intuition and knowledge.
I certainly know differently now!
The Holy Spirit has done a work in my heart that I never knew was possible. The still, small voice is strong enough to change my mind and help me move away from those dark places I enter sometimes.
When I utilize his presence I experience calm to my anxiety and a love known no other way.
Yet there are times I don’t acknowledge his help believing I can do it better. It works for a little while until I become overwhelmed and realize I’m trying to do life on my own.
I’m thankful for a God who forgives and continues to pour love onto me.
Before Jesus died he told the disciples there would be a helper to take his place. Someone who would always be available to us in times of need. The people did not understand this. I struggle with the understanding of a Holy Spirit living within me too! The love of God poured out on us is something we may never fully comprehend until we arrive in heaven.
But, as I look at the events in my life I have no other explanation. The decisions I’ve made, the intercessions made on my behalf, and the redemption that has taken place is too much of a coincidence.
I believe in the Holy Spirit and his position in my life. Do you?
Thought to prayerfully consider: Have you learned to listen to the Holy Spirit’s still, small voice? Or is it something you are struggling to understand?