DAY TWENTY-TWO: THE RIGHT PLACE

Hello!

How about a nightcap before bed.
This one is filled with the Holy Spirit and not alcohol.

A couple of months ago, I met a lady at the bus station.
It wasn't my intention to eavesdrop on her conversation over the phone but I couldn't help but hear her because she was very audible.

She was telling the person on the other line of how she'd gone back into the world because of the executive position she occupied in her hall of residence.

I was saddened.

Then I thought to myself.
Isn't the will of God that we know Him and choose to work out our relationship in earnest?

Maybe I'm not putting this right.

It is good to aspire for roles of leadership outside the Church.
Nonetheless, it is very necessary that we seek the counsel of the Holy Spirit before we make a move in that direction.

Sometimes, and I mean sometimes, God sends His Children into certain places for us to effect some changes...according to His will.

We must surround ourselves with people who can help us in our spiritual growth and that is for our own good.

Please think about it.

Shall we pray.

Dear Lord,
Thank You for the gift of Your Holy Spirit.
Please blot out from my life all those who need to leave.
I receive the strength to let go when they leave.
I ask that You guide my choices that I may always be where You want me to be.
I pray for the young lady too, that wherever she is right now, she may find her way back into Your loving arms.

In Jesus' mighty name!

Amen.

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