Yesterday I wrote about fasting and listening to the Spirit. I wish I could say that I always listened to the Spirit. I wish I could say that I always obeyed the Spirit. I wisih I could say that I always live in such a manner that the Spirit can reach me.
Unfortunately, I am weak and willful. I want my own way and am frequently fairly insistent upon getting it. (Ask my husband.)
Upon one occasion, though, I did listen to the Spirit. I've written of this experience before, so please bear with me as I share it with you again. Last December, I was in a dark place, so dark that I did not believe I would ever emerge into the light again.
I cried out to my Father in Heaven, asking for His succor. (I was on a plane and so did this silently in my heart.) As I've related before, He told me to be grateful. I didn't want to be grateful. I had nothing to be grateful for (or so I beleived at that moment). Still, the Father, through the Spirit, instructed me to be grateful and then to write about it. Thus was this blog born.
I've struggled in writing this blog. I've struggled with technical things with blogger. I've struggled with finding the words to say what was in my heart. I've even struggled with my own heart, which can be a stubborn and hard vessel at times, finding gratitude when I didn't feel grateful.
My blog has reached few people. It has not "gone viral." The number of followers is modest, and, in fact, one follower dropped out. Still, I persist. When the Spirit speaks so plainly, I could not defy it.
So, for today, I am grateful for the whisperings of the Spirit.