Pentecost Sunday

Am I supposed to feel all this hurt as I grow older? I asked Him.

Am I supposed to understand some things this fast?

Is this supposed to hurt my heart this bad?

The past week was a crazy week of life for me; a great matter of weariness.

Yet, something happened to me last Sunday.

No, not me physically; but me spiritually.

My heart...

It was transformed.

It was made new again.

It levitated a little bit.

It was made to have hope again; it was made happy.

The Holy Spirit...

It changed me.

It made me laugh.

It made me realize that in the middle of all these bullshits I’ve grown to cope with, I can trust Him: both the Lord and the Spirit itself – that they are real.

It taught me that when words fail, it will speak my soul to Him.

It proofed me it’s existence again.

It was beautiful.

Not that I didn’t believe it’s existence before this or anything; but this is the confirmation I needed after being in times of trouble for so long.

That after all these times, the Holy Spirit is still. So. AWESOME.

It is so real

It is only as close as your raised hands. –red