I promised my sister, Rachele (otherwise known as Chel-The Abiding Branch), that I would post soon for her brand new carnival celebrating the Names of the Lord. You should go read her post about Him being our Peace. I loved what she said about praying for the Peace of Israel.
So since I missed last week's go, and now I'm three days late for this one, I thought maybe it's time I should. :-)
But before I do...
A couple of you may have noticed an unusual silence in this corner of the blogosphere. Or maybe not. But anyway, I've been crazy this last week getting ready for tomorrow.
What, prey tell, is tomorrow you might ask?
My sweet mommy is coming to see us all the way from Texas tomorrow! She hasn't been here in about 4 years, and I have to admit...my house has not been exactly "Mommy-fied."
What, prey tell, do I mean by that, you might ask?
Well, it goes something like this: my mom and dad (God love 'em) had one girl. Me. One. Girl. So it was themselves and me that they had to keep up with. I almost can't even call that parenting. :-) Just kidding, mom. But seriously, my mom didn't raise three boys like what live in this house! She's not gone through the reformation of the mind like I did: "They won't be in my home long; I need to love them and forget about all the fingerprints on the walls. I'll miss them when they're not there anymore!" I literally had to train myself to remember that.
Now, let me just insert right here that our house is reasonable. I mean, most of the time, anybody could pop in and I'd be okay. But this is my mom, ya'll. And she's clean. Really, really clean. And although I would say that our house is clean, and she would never say anything if she saw something that wasn't, she'll notice it. And I want to be a good mommy in her eyes. :-)
Plus we're having a lot of people over for Thanksgiving this year, and all this needed to get done anyway. So there.
So I've had a llloooooonnnngggg list of "projects" I've been working on all week long and have had to lay aside this glorious
addiction hobby I've fallen in love with.
Now then, back to the originally scheduled program.
This past week, the Lord really spoke to me about the certain Person of Himself and how He is so interactive in the life of a Believer. We know that Person as the Holy Spirit. The Helper, the Comforter.
By searching the Scriptures this week, I was reminded that He teaches us all things, He testifies of Jesus Christ, He guides us in all Truth, and of course, He dwells within the believer. Dwells within. Have you really thought about that lately?
The Holy Spirit of God dwells in me. He resides in me. He doesn't watch from above, over my shoulder or from afar. He's in the deepest recesses of my soul. And yours, if you know Him.
The other thing that struck me when I was reading about the Person of the Holy Spirit is that He reminds us of all things that Jesus taught. (John 14:26) That is so huge to me, because the memory, oh it is failing.
I don't know about you, but I forget things all the time. But my God, He knows me. And He knows that I need a constant Reminder-er. I would be so lost without Him.
And just as a nice tie-in with my mom's visit and my ridiculous obsessive behavior over "getting ready" this week, He's been here reminding me that if I will go through my house (my heart) every day and clean out every dark cleft (of sin), it stays clean.
And you know what? He's the perfect Companion, too. He even offers to help with the housework. I love Him so much.