Recently I realized how important God’s Spirit is to me. I also realized how important my spirit is to me. Then it dawned on me there is the holy connection between us. This is what fills the void in my soul: My spirit connection with my God.
My spirit connects to his spirit. The connection is strong. Some days the strength of the connection is so strong I am weak in the knees. I am overcome with the sense of my God close to me.
Somedays like today, it’s not so strong. I went to Mass today and did not feel much connection. I prayed to God and praised him. I enjoyed the service and the homily. But the connection I usually feel sitting in the pew was weak. I’ll admit I was a little disappointed. I told myself, the times I don’t feel it makes me appreciate the strong connection better (a little different take on a bad day makes you appreciate the good day more).
As I thought of this connection I wondered about it. My connections with my husband, moms, kids, and friends are strong. Again some days I feel those connections more than other days. Maybe it’s me who’s too busy to notice. (Most of the time. Ssh don’t tell anyone!) Maybe a priority has arisen. Whatever it is I still love those peeps with all my heart and soul. And I still love my God with all my heart and soul.
Then I remember he is my Creator. He knew me while I was being formed in my mother’s womb. He loves me with all his heart and soul. He has known me and loved me, with all my flaws, since before that spring day in the early 60s when I was born. That brings me back to my spirit connection; whether I feel the connection or not, it is still strong. It is unbreakable. “…nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord… (Romans 8:39 NKJV). The connection is love.
How can that be? I ask. I am separated from my sister who passed away as teenager. I am separated from friends for various reasons such as distance, anger, and health. How can no created thing separate me from God? Ah. The light bulb moment for me; He operates in the physical and spiritual realms. I operate mainly in the physical realm. I am weak at best in the spiritual realm. He meets me where I am. A Deacon at our church said in Mass a couple of weeks ago about being in church as “the place where heaven meets earth.” I love that! It is one of the places where we get a glimpse of the supernatural, Heaven. We also find the supernatural in our prayers, and connections with other spirits (peeps). “For where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there in the midst of them.” (Matthew 18:20 NKJV)
Then I wonder (By the way, I’m forever wondering), why can’t I see him or touch him. I do realize I am a sinner and cannot be in the presence of God the King. But, sometimes when I feel the connection, it feels as if the Holy Spirit has his arm around my shoulder like a dear friend. At those moments peace settles deep in my soul.
After thinking about how weak my understanding of the spiritual realm is and how strongly I can sense him sometimes, I was struck by this thought: If he physically sat next to me his power would overwhelm me. His presence would obliterate my will.
Understand this; his modus operandi is to not interfere in our will. Adam & Eve were given a choice. Noah had a choice. Sodom and Gomorrah had a choice. The rich man had a choice. The woman sick for twelve years had a choice. Mary had a choice. God did not intervene in their decisions. He doesn’t intervene in mine either.
For good or for bad our God gives the choice. He knows his power is something I cannot handle in large doses here in the physical realm. However his connection to me, his love, will always be there. Forever.