And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Counselor to be with you forever— the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you. John 14:16-17
…we do not know what to pray for as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with unspoken groaning. Romans 8:26
My Words…
The body of a lowly, unworthy human carrying around the Spirit of God. Only You, Father, would come up with such a plan. Your Spirit hangs out with my spirit, teaching me, nudging me, expecting me to grow. And I want to grow! I’m weary of living dormant, fallow. The landscape never changes. Clods of dirt close in around my feet and there I stand, brittle and tilted. But that season has ended. A spiritual springtime is dawning.
Your Spirit groans for me when I am tongue-tied before You. What does He say, I wonder? I have often felt there are too many words to sift through, to line up in the right order, to express the fullness of my impressions of You, my gratitude to You, and my need for You. So I just didn’t take the time. But I have learned there are not enough words. The time has come to line them up, put them in the right order, and craft a response to Your words. The conversation shall no longer be one-sided.
Perhaps there are others who wish to shake off the clods of dirt and join me.
