Solitude was chosen this Christmas. It was not depressing, but a refreshing presence. My mind silences itself. The lists revert to thoughts. My voice is silent. Holy Spirit speaks to me. Driving down Belfort, I contemplated a familiar sin that has dominated me for over a decade. His voice gently reminded me, “Tosin, what you are powerless to do as an adult; I did. I did it as a baby. I did it as a man. I do it now reigning in glory.”
His sweet words gave me hope. They reminded me, even with my best efforts, I am powerless against sin, but He came.
All is calm. All is bright.