Holy Spirit On My Shoulder

 I started feeling sorry for myself, I was grumbling, and I was about to let it affect my whole day. 

Then a little flip was switched and I felt led to listen to worship music. There was a line in a song about heaven surrounding me, and I had a little moment of clarity.

I saw what I had been headed towards: self-pity, ungratefulness, resentment, and it would have ruined my day and soured a precious time with my nephew. And then I saw how that switch had to have been the Holy Spirit, had to have been heavenly fortification, because I myself love a good pity party, I love a good wallow, but God said "this is not what I have for you."

It was divine interference in the most mundane, sweet way possible. It felt very practical, very "God-with-us", you know? I am grateful. 

^^ This is a great example of the Holy Spirit teaching us, and us cooperating. The reason why He is a teacher is because so much of the Christian walk is a learned skill like anything else. We are told to guard our thoughts, to take them captive. I want to train my brain to stand in positivity and peace, to reach out for the Holy Spirit, to reach for prayer. 

The Holy Spirit was sent with the titles of Teacher and Comforter, and I need that so much all the time. 

There was an analogy that Bill Johnson used, and it is one of the only things he has said that I will agree with and repeat: "If you were walking around with a bird on your shoulder, every step you took would be with that bird in mind, would be made in accordance with whatever would keep the bird from flying away." I want the Holy Spirit on my shoulder to be what I am most aware of. 

The living Spirit of God lives inside of me, that should change my life every single day. 

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