His Spirit is Holy, but patient. He works on me every day as we battle my sins one at a time. Sometimes, He lets me flounder so I can see how far I have grown, how much I need Him and as a warning to my offensive behavior or thoughts.
He has been at work in all my life, even during my ignorance. I know what it feels like to have the Spirit depart. The sudden, unexplained chill that jolts you from a deep sleep; the disgusting emptiness which forces you to grope for comfort anywhere. Without true repentance, one can grow used to it over time, and I have... not anymore, never again. I want more than what the flesh and the world can provide! After all, it is all dust and dirt in the end.
Daily, I check to make sure you are within me. Please, do not forsake me; continue your work as we scrub this temple in which you dwell. My tasks in life may seem menial and detrimental to this world, but in Yours eyes, Father, I want to do Your will, no matter how much the flesh hates it. Thank You for calling me out. Amen.
Oops...posted this in the wrong thread!