I hope not only will you be still and listen. But also be still to feel. Up until recently, I thought of the Holy Ghost as a voice I might be able to hear if I was still enough. I waited patiently to hear him. I waited and waited and waited only to never hear the profound voice of God.
I thought he might sound rather brutish, almost like a bouncer outside a powerful rock and roll concert door. This was not the case at all. Instead, it wasn't a voice at all, it was a feeling.
The Holy Ghost came to me on the back of my husband's Harley Davidson motorcycle driving back from a very quaint church service this morning. I thought to myself how foolish was I to assume it would be vocal. This feeling wrapped around not only my body but also around the entire bike. I cried not tears of hurt, but tears of tears. Not crying for any reason, but rather crying for every reason. Feeling full of God's grace, I cried. I wept with the Holy Ghost for all those who did not have the joy I was experiencing.
This advent season don't be still and listen, but do be still to feel.
God bless the Holy Ghost. As we pulled onto Hwy 59, a car veered into our lane and my husband clinched the handle bars of the machine and I was calm knowing Christ was with us.
Be calm and feel this season. You just might enjoy a good cry.
Merry Christmas.
