It was late, and she was crying now. Her marriage had been hard—hard for a long time. I think it was there that I really saw Him, though He’d been there the whole time. Sometimes the Holy Spirit is a little like an I Spy book to me. Knowing what He looks like, I’m learning to spot Him among the clutter of circumstances, ones He’s meticulously arranged.
Where’s the Holy Spirit When Things Are Hard?
Where’s the Holy Spirit When Things Are Hard?
Where’s the Holy Spirit When Things Are Hard?
It was late, and she was crying now. Her marriage had been hard—hard for a long time. I think it was there that I really saw Him, though He’d been there the whole time. Sometimes the Holy Spirit is a little like an I Spy book to me. Knowing what He looks like, I’m learning to spot Him among the clutter of circumstances, ones He’s meticulously arranged.