I have Holy Spirit power.
The die has been cast, I have stepped over the line.
The decision has been made, I am a disciple of His.
I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still.
My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure.
I'm finished with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap living and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits or popularity.
I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded.
I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.
My good friend Jessica posts stuff like this as her status all the time, (in fact, the next post will be one of hers too) and the best thing about it is that, while they're not her own original words, these are words that I see active in her life. I had the privilege of staying in her room while I was at Ballet Mag, and that room has Holy Spirit presence. I'm not saying that the Spirit can't be anywhere, I'm just saying... He is welcome there, at home, comfortable. There is a chair there that calls his name. There is a rug that has been prayed on religiously, in the most sanctified use of that word. And the person that lives there reflects this kind of living, in her words, her actions, the cries of her heart, and even in her bedroom, where supposedly no one really notices... and that's why it made such an impact on me. These words are so BIG, so deep, so NEEDED, and so... not me. It's what half of me desires, but the other lazy, apathetic, people-pleasing, and fearful half of me resists at all costs. Sometimes I wish I could write this a million times, as if that action will etch it into my soul and my desires will change. As if painting it in big, broad strokes of crimson would keep me from forgetting my own heritage, the one that I never deserved, and never had to buy.
But I mean, seriously -
low living?
sight walking?
small planning?
smooth knees?
colorless dreams?
tamed visions?
mundane talking?
cheap living?
dwarfed goals?
... of these I am certainly guilty.
I often want to be right, recognized, and rewarded.
I forget that I have decided to follow Jesus.
I underestimate and take for granted that I am a temple of the Holy Spirit, and He is powerful.
I want to live as part of the fellowship of the unashamed.
My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure.
May this be in my heart and reflected in my life, Lord.
Amen.
