Soft Subtle Spirit

 

Last Sunday, I invited you to think of the multitude of ways the Spirit can be found.  The Spirit may not always be splashy or specular; may not show up with noisy gongs or clanging cymbals or beating drums.  The Spirit can be soft as butterfly wings fluttering against the wind.  The Spirit can be as subtle as a word spoken by someone that initially you breezed past, but in reflection left more than a trace on your life.  When have you felt the Spirit this week?  I usually think of this in those goosebump moments or when a truth lands in my gut or when I feel the “more-than-ness” of the holy hovering/humming in my life.  When I am beyond words.  I think of times I am walking in the woods or standing beneath a tree.  I think of hymns that stir my soul.  I think of hugs that have held me when I felt unlovable.  I think of peace that interrupted my anger.  I think of tears that released my pain I was trying to contain.  How do you feel the Spirit?  May that question sit and stir and sing to you this day and throughout the rest of this year.  Amen.