Tuesday, April 18th, 2023
In my five trips to Ireland, I always end up in Dublin, and I always go to Phoenix Park, and I always sit on the same bench on the Khyber Road within the park. This is what I wrote after my first trip in 2016 as I sat on that bench.
Sitting on a White Bench on the Khyber Road
The wind blows from behind me, but I don’t know where it comes from. And it passes by me into the trees on the other side of the pass, but where it goes and if it stops someplace after that, I don’t know.
So it is with the Holy Spirit.
April 19th, 2023 at 6:02 pm
Most of God’s eternal business is unknown to me. Yet I can feel the breeze of his Spirit. I know he is present, I know he sees, I know he hears, and I know he has promised to provide everything I need.