Breathe On Me Holy Spirit

But When the Helper Comes

Breathe on me Holy Spirit.  “But when the Helper comes, whom I will send to you from the Father, the Spirit of truth, who proceeds from the Father, he will bear witness about me.  – John 15:26

There is tremendous mystery in regards to the Holy Spirit.  Theology aside, I have sensed the Holy Spirit's presence in my own person life, many times in my darkest of moments.  I have had so many uncountable moments when I cried out for relief from the emotional pain I was experiencing, and soft as a cloud, gentle as a butterfly, something came and soothed me, covering my wounds and singing peace over me.  

When I painted this picture it was the most accurate image of how I imagine the Holy Spirit to be.  The Spirit of God can be tender and overflowing with peace and love.  One wisp of it’s presence saturates the air with an unfathomable love. 

“But the Comforter, [which is] the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.”
John 14:26

The Holy Spirit is a carrier of the glory of God:
“But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you” Acts 1:8

The Holy Spirit is an amazing gift from God:
“Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.”  Acts 2:38

 

Breathe on Me Holy Spirit
On a Personal Note

Breathe on me Holy Spirit

Recently I experienced the most painful heartbreak which I have ever known. My physical body, mind, heart and spirit have been pouring over with sorrow, many times uncontrollably. This pain has been like a violent, burning river constantly flowing through me, wearing at me and exhausting me.

Despite my efforts to shift my focus and strive to view things in a positive tone, the experience has been a battering one to say the least. As I drove home this evening, the stars twinkled above me and the fall air blew over my weary face.

The tears began to flow as I cried out to the Holy Spirit, longingly asking Him for His healing touch on my broken, battered heart.

As I sat in silence, tears drowning my eyes, a thick blue cooling river began to swell up within me. Like a healing ointment, it was as if I could feel it covering my gaping internal wounds. Peace began to softly, gently rise up in me. Relief was in sight.

The Holy Spirit is a gift from God to you. I hope you can allow Him to come and calm your hidden storms…and finally bring you peace which you don’t even have to understand to receive.

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