Highway 77 and I35

In 1987 after participating in several fundamentalist groups, I left them because I came to realize that I was drawn to God in the early 70s only by His great love for me. It was not a particular church group. I did not walk down an aisle. As a teenager, I sat on a bale of hay in the evenings, looked at the moon and talked to God. I knew He loved me just like I was.

Throughout the 90s, I read Daily Guideposts, and thought about love some, but most spiritual thought was up on a shelf.

The death of my mother in 2004 sent me into a spiritual slump. I had depended on her for strength and guidance. As I tried to climb out, I read Daily Guideposts even more. Friends gave me two books, The Celestine Prophecy and For the Love of God: A Handbook for the Spirit. Those books pointed to love.

Jesus said that all of the law and prophets are fulfilled in this saying, ¨Love the Lord your God with all of your heart, soul, and mind. And love your neighbor as yourself.¨ Recently, I have come to believe that God is far bigger than we know. God´s love for us is beyond what we understand. Learning about Love is like putting together a big jigsaw puzzle.

Here is one of my pieces . . .

I used to attend churches that celebrated the power of the Holy Spirit. It was a hocus pocus Harry Potter type power. It would bring riches and personal control to those who could wield it.

Last year, on my way to work as I was coming to a stop sign on highway 77 next to interstate 35, I felt Godś voice inside me saying . . . ¨Love is the power of the Holy Spirit.¨

Love is the power of the Holy Spirit?

Yeah.