I’ve been thinking about how the Holy Ghost touches my life in the quietest ways. It’s like a mother tending to her baby—those gentle nudges, a soft feeling, an idea that just sticks and won’t leave. It always feels like something more, something pure and divine.
Over time, these small moments have added up. They make me feel so loved, so seen by God. Sometimes that love is so overwhelming I can’t help but cry. The assurance that comes with it is real. Where there used to be fear, there’s a quiet confidence now. It’s a light that wasn’t there before.
This change doesn’t happen all at once. It’s a daily growing, a reshaping of my heart and mind by something I can only call DIVINE LOVE. I’m learning to lean into that grace every single day. And I see it—how the Spirit is remaking me, little by little, into someone new.