"Every believer has received a gift that manifests the Spirit's power and presence. That gift is given for the whole of the community." 1 Corinthians 12:7
In the embrace of my pen with the paper, I become a cloud. My thoughts are like that of the wind, revealing themselves within a hushed whisper. They stay but for a moment, only to vanish like the fleeting days of youth, deep into the void of all entities that have been lost. Once again, I abide in solitude, with nothing but the silence as a consolation.
I am left searching, reaching, praying to see them again but to feel that wind sweep beneath my face once more, but to know -at last- from whence it had come. When all the cracks in the walls seemed to have become so deep into the walls themselves, that at any moment it seemed as if those very walls would have to inevitably collapse. Individual pieces crumble over top of me, and there I am buried alive, helpless to set myself free as a result of the turmoil.
Then suddenly a misty spirit-like creature came through the walls and into me. It coursed through me, like a river of living water. I felt the satisfying sensation of that wind upon my face once more. My thoughts once again returned, but this time they brought company, with complexity and beauty beyond comparison.
Reunited, I take them all as my own, but never forgetting, from whence I received them. Never taking them for granted, that all may be well. Nevermore separated may we be, now that it is well with my soul.
Erin is a high school student. She enjoys writing in her free time. Music brings her joy (because it helps her to really relax). At the moment her life feels a bit like a whirlwind of chaos, but the Holy Spirit is working in her to bring peace in her writing. Erin is a guest writer for the En•Courage NOVA blog.