I read the words this morning. I wrote them down on an index card. I even declared my desire to do so throughout today.
I opened my bedroom door. The day began. Distractions and frustrations arose. And quite simply, I just forgot.
Here's the excerpt I read from my Jesus Calling devotional:
"Try to depend on the help of the Spirit as you go through this day of life.
Pause briefly from time to time to consult with this Holy One inside you...
He will guide you as you give Him space in your life.
Walk along this wondrous way of collaboration with My Spirit."
Phrased in this way, I saw my interaction with the Holy Spirit painted in new light.
Yes, He lives within me. Yes, I depend upon Him. Yes, I ask Him for guidance and wisdom and peace. But I don't think I've ever considered each day, each moment, as an opportunity to collaborate with Him. To work with Him. To join forces to reach a common goal: the glory and edification of Christ.
I want to do that. It's beneficial to my own soul to practice it. It's beneficial to my family to implement it.
My days are filled with opportunities to partner with the Holy Spirit. My workplace is small and my interaction is limited primarily to two precious souls, but the depth of my influence is profound.
When a question, a conflict, a circumstance arises, I want to pause and consult. To inquire of the Holy Spirit and not resort to unhelpful, fleshly inclinations. To be an example of peace and calm in the midst of chaos, pain or doubt.
I want to collaborate with the Holy Spirit when hormones vie for dominance and the gauge on my patience tank reads empty. In those moments, walking in collaboration with the Spirit rescues us all.
"Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit."
The good news: I get to try again...tomorrow.
Deliberately, intentionally stopping, listening, and collaborating with the Holy Spirit.
And that my friends, is tonight's word from this mother.