almost didnt post this one...seems menial,but...has some good lines.

negotiating with freedom...
Holy Spirit…
I was created to encourage the voice of The Holy Spirit.
After church one day I asked my 13 year old daughter, ‘who is the Holy spirit?’
She looked at me for ten seconds before she answered. “The Holy Spirit is the voice of God.”
I Smiled at her. ‘The Voice of God. How do you mean.’
“God is God…the almighty who created the heavens and earth. Jesus is Gods son. He is kinda like Gods personality. Like when Jesus was here on earth, he did and said what God would say because He is God.
“But who is the Holy Spirit?”
“Jesus is God on earth, then Jesus had to leave so The Holy Spirit could come…The Holy Spirit is like Gods voice in your head…He tells you things.”
I smiled at her , “ I love you Lyric.”
…”But what if something bad happens to you?…where was The Holy Spirit?”
Her brow wrinkled, “The Holy Spirit is invisible. But he talks…inside your mind…He tells you that your still o.k….that He still loves you and whatever happened to you only happened in this world, but not in heaven… like your spirit is still o.k.”
Sometimes I get kinda lost in the world. Sometimes all the nastiness that people do to each other confuses me and makes me so sad that I can’t think correctly. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by all the stuff that is around me at all times. Beyond myself is Him…but what does that mean? sometimes I cant breath. Then a cool breeze inside my mind circumvents my madness. I am to encourage the Holy Spirit in someone’s life…I may not understand(I usually don’t) but my job is not to discern or comprehend….my job is to open my mouth and let peace and unconditional love pour from my trembling lips as I look into the eyes of a silent, angry person(who wants nothing more then to rip my face off, because I am not angry or hateful as they try to challenge me to push them back so they can just…react and not have to take responsibility for their actions.) dang counseling lingo just seeps in…sorry.
To understand the angry eruptions…you have to look past the actions of the hateful. How can I teach to not be violent if I am violent. Speaking softly to ‘go in peace’ is hard to do when your heart is beating and your fingers curl into fists automatically. Taking a millisecond to take a breath and see the hatefully spitting person as a small child will take your anger away in a second though. Tearing down walls with benign hands is precarious at best. To feel the painful, tragic, loss underneath the barrage of hate spewed at you is the moment to find the place to whisper ‘go in peace’ instead of doing the natural, normal thing that you really want to do.