You want the truth, okay, I have never really seen the holy spirit in me. Is it really something that we are suppose to be on the look out for? Well I don’t know, but it’s not like I haven’t heard of it before. I understand the whole Jesus, God and Holy Spirit triangle thing that is going on, but I have never really applied it to my life. I am kind of confused is to how we know its the Holy Sprit, or if it is just a something else. I have research for the past two days for this project, and I have learned the terms: comforter, protecter, convertor of sins, and teacher, but how am I suppose to know which one of these are trying to be shown in my life? No don’t get me wrong, I am not asking God to show himself to me in some drastic way, but I am just a little confused on the whole subject. So we have come to the part that you would expect me to blabber on about how I have seen the Holy Spirit in me, so I will give it my best try.
My mother, sister and I were coming back from a swim meet in Grand Rapids. I don’t fully remember the whole story, once you know what happened, I wouldn’t be surprised you expect me to remember all of it. The whole event happened sometime in the last 2 years in the summer-time. I was not really happy due to the fact that I have just swam from 7 in the morning to 3 in the afternoon. This was before I learned to enjoy swimming. My sister being the teenage she was at the time, refused to give me the front seat. You know the fight for the front seat between siblings, acting almost as if it was a million dollars. So by the end she got the front seat (thank goodness) and I got a grouchy mood. For some insane reason I refused to put my seat belt on, who knows what was going on my mind? So after about 10 minutes we hit the highway, little did we know the the very creature we love, would cause a lot of problems, a dog. It all happened quite fast and I didn’t really understand what was happing. My mother called out that there was a dog walking across the road and then me and my sister went to look, but my sister had her seat belt on and I didn’t. The next thing I know I am on the car floor and my sister is looking down at me yelling my name. I promise this is all true. I was wearing my favorite shirt at the time and when I look down it is covered in blood, were talking beyond hope of saving (the shirt by the way). My sister was crying out my name, but everything was kind of zoned out, especially the pain in my nose, I couldn’t feel a thing. I just remember asking my sister to grab me some paper napkins and attempting to sit up. After shoving a couple of napkins to help stop the bleeding, I finally realize that the car is smoking and that someone is helping my sister get out. The next thing I know the door that I was leaning on is opened and my mother is yelling at me to get out of the car. You know at the time I didn’t understand why I needed to. So like the crazy person I am, I just stand up like if I didn’t just get in a car accident and walk out of the car, truth be told my arms were shaking quite a bit. 5 minutes later I find myself sitting against the highway road and holding a lukewarm ice package on the growing bump on my head. So Chloe, what is the whole point to this story, and how does it have anything to do with the Holy Spirit. Well my mother said to me a couple of months later that it was like as if a huge bubble saved me from flying out the window. She even claims it was my grand-mother who passed a year ago. I guess you could say there was some kind of spirit watching over me at the moment, because I walked away with a broken nose and a slight concussion. Like actually walked away, didn’t even spend the night at the hospital. The time I did spend in the hospital through was spent watching Honey Boo Boo on TLC, the shock was still wearing off. I didn’t even look dazed, with a SpongeBob Square Pants bandage wrapped around my nose. The recovery was lonely and kind of boring, A LOT of T.V and aspirin. So when I was in the hospital you could say that I was comforted in some way, and they didn’t give me any drugs so that didn’t effect anything. It was like I didn’t even care that I just lost my favorite shirt or that my mother’s car is totally smushed. I was comforted in some insane way, and if you want to believe, I guess I was comforted and protected by the Holy Spirit. No one else in my family was injured like I was, but well all walked away with some bumps and bruises. Trust me all of this is very much real and I have the crooked nose and bump on the head to prove it.