June 24th, 2025

I am convinced that nothing can separate me from God. 

I am also convinced that the greatest gift I have been given, besides salvation, is the presence of the Holy Spirit. I am not alone. Someone once described it as the crescendo of the cross, and at the time I thought that was religious mumbo jumbo, but I think I understand it now. 

While salvation is a fixed thing, the day to day struggles and tension is answered by the companionship and comfort of the Holy Spirit. He changes my life every day. 

Yesterday I felt pricked to refocus my mind on choosing joy and the blessings of God in difficult situations, and today I feel carried to the songs and the perspectives that I need. 

I am being reminded of truths that God taught me years ago, when He was cultivating exponential growth in me, and now I have old growth to lean back on. I am so grateful for His planning and timing, I am feeling the strength of what He has built in me, and I am amazed at how He knew I would need all these things in time. 

Like, He showed me that no matter what, no matter what promises He fulfilled or didn't, that He is enough for me. That strip my life down to nothing, He is my portion, He is my satisfaction and provision, and when I feel something is lacking, He is my source. It's the ongoing tension of Him whispering to my heart "Am I still enough for you?" and me disciplining my wandering eyes to refocus on the only one who can fulfill me. 

I feel that constant quiet invitation a little stronger today. Praise God. 

He has grown something good in me, and He continues to tend it, apart from my own foolishness and shortsightedness. His mercy is unending. 

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