Coming alive: Come alive in prayer #day5#write31days
Day Five—Welcome
I am in love with the song that has the lyrics : Holy Spirt you are welcome here.
Would you pause for a moment and whisper those words. Wherever you are. Checking your phone in car rider line. Finishing up a long day at school. Sitting at your kitchen table.
Good day, bad day, beginning of the day, end of the day—whisper those words. Holy Spirit you are welcome here.
You see He is already here with you. That’s the beautiful of when Jesus came. Emmanuel (God with us) broke through the clouds of heaven to walk the soil of earth.
And He promised us a helper. The Holy Spirit. You can read about this helper in John 16. I had a househelper when I lived in Nepal. She became my best friend. Not just because she made my bed and did the laundry (since washing by hand takes a LONG time and I could never quite get down the cooking Nepalee food in such a way that my Nepalese friends that would randomly drop by would want to eat it).
She was used to jobs where she would just come in and work. Not really a relationship, just come in and get the job done. But I wanted more. I wanted a relationship. And so our friendship began. She became my best friend. We had strong starbucks coffee together every morning—which my sweet friends from the US would send me. She has no idea coffee doesn’t have to be THAT strong.. but oh well.
We had coffee and she felt welcome.
The Holy Spirit was promised to us as our helper, our comforter, our friend.
Prayer is our gift—our way of whispering—You are welcome here. In my day. In my calm. In my chaos. In my common moments. In the sacred, in the secular.
In the conversation with friends. In the car, at the stoplight, at the streetcorner.
In our daily routine. In our escapes from routine.
Prayer is inviting the King of glory in—where He already is, but sometimes we need to recognize that, let Him have a seat, and share with Him.
Come alive in prayer today.
I am in love with the song that has the lyrics : Holy Spirt you are welcome here.
Would you pause for a moment and whisper those words. Wherever you are. Checking your phone in car rider line. Finishing up a long day at school. Sitting at your kitchen table.
Good day, bad day, beginning of the day, end of the day—whisper those words. Holy Spirit you are welcome here.
You see He is already here with you. That’s the beautiful of when Jesus came. Emmanuel (God with us) broke through the clouds of heaven to walk the soil of earth.
And He promised us a helper. The Holy Spirit. You can read about this helper in John 16. I had a househelper when I lived in Nepal. She became my best friend. Not just because she made my bed and did the laundry (since washing by hand takes a LONG time and I could never quite get down the cooking Nepalee food in such a way that my Nepalese friends that would randomly drop by would want to eat it).
She was used to jobs where she would just come in and work. Not really a relationship, just come in and get the job done. But I wanted more. I wanted a relationship. And so our friendship began. She became my best friend. We had strong starbucks coffee together every morning—which my sweet friends from the US would send me. She has no idea coffee doesn’t have to be THAT strong.. but oh well.
We had coffee and she felt welcome.
The Holy Spirit was promised to us as our helper, our comforter, our friend.
Prayer is our gift—our way of whispering—You are welcome here. In my day. In my calm. In my chaos. In my common moments. In the sacred, in the secular.
In the conversation with friends. In the car, at the stoplight, at the streetcorner.
In our daily routine. In our escapes from routine.
Prayer is inviting the King of glory in—where He already is, but sometimes we need to recognize that, let Him have a seat, and share with Him.
Come alive in prayer today.