I just want to post a few reflections I had on the Holy Spirit while reading through Forgotten God and studying Scripture. I am overwhelmed at this idea that God is inside of me. The power of the most High, the beauty and perfection and love and GOD. Inside of me, really?
I can't make sense of it. Inside me is so close. I can't escape this body and that's how close He is. The Holy Spirit is in me. whoa.
The Living Lord inside of me
littering the corners and walls and storage bins of my heart.
for I did not realize how close you were.
YOU LIVE HERE
this washed up piece of garbage,
cast-off and misused by its owner
this junk clumsily folded into
neglected and scorned by the one entrusted
this hollowed-out shadow, dark with anger,
fierce with bitter rage and pain
this monster so neatly covered,
the depraved mind and within
the lusting heart
the abused and burdened
the twisted and desperate
the confused and grieved