Holy Spirit, You are welcome here.
Especially while my children are hitting themselves with metal Thomas trains and squealing at each other. They have yo-yoed from happy shrieks to raging war about three times this morning so far and if the pendulum should swing again, and Your Presence not be with me, I might assign my sweet, grumpy toddlers to manual labor.
Come flood this place and fill the atmosphere.
I know You’re with me, but I need You to swell up here in my spirit. I feel fragile and alone.
Your Glory, God, is what my heart longs for.
Nothing short of Your Authentic Fingerprint will be enough for me. I see you everywhere, in so many of my daily experiences. But the memories of experiences fade. I need your invasion, in a way my heart understands.
When I am with you, Your purity reveals so many places in me that I didn’t know I yielded to: hopelessness, depression, loneliness, inferiority, loss of vision, numbness. I love Your way of bringing revelation without a single ounce of guilt or condemnation. I am completely accepted in You. I don’t need to run anywhere else for help, for prayer, for strength, even for validation or vindication. You Are Those Things. I am pressing in to You, stubborn, hungry and without any alternative option. Restoration and hope are my DNA, because they are Yours.
To be overcome by your Presence, Lord.
Thank you for being jealous of me, that every aching part of me is exposed and transformed into strength and health–because there’s not an inch of me that You will leave alone, to remain unredeemed. I know you are my healer–it is in Your very nature. I don’t even have to ask for it; it is a natural bi-product of our intimacy. I want only a clearer picture of Your heart for me–it is You, my love–that will reset my heart and mind simply by being there with me. Topical treatments will be temporary. I am pursuing the ongoing and complete transformation of Your Spirit.
Let us become more aware of Your Presence
Let us experience the glory of Your goodness…
Our togetherness—You and me–sends a pulse into the atmosphere–an aroma, a shout, a call, a beacon–that no profoundly worded, eloquently-delivered prayer of deliverance or battle ever could. The chemistry of the world around me is completely altered. The rules of the game change.
I am tuning out every remaining voice, every memorized tactic and every worn-out cliche. I will be faithful to be still, here in You, as You work out my healing, as you transform my broken places into treasure. You are singing songs of sleep over my panicky, anxious soul (what bliss to walk out of that constant weakness), and the thunder of heaven is awakening my spirit.
Holy Spirit, you are welcome here…
Peace be still, my troubled soul. Jesus is here. Be at rest, be in His worship. The work He started will be completed.