In the Quiet

+ J.M.J. I'm finally getting to this topic, but I honestly have no idea where to begin. For most of my life, the Holy Spirit, for me, was an abstract Being Whom I had almost no personal relationship with. I knew that He was the third Person of the Blessed Trinity and came down upon me during the Sacrament of Confirmation, but I didn't pray to Him almost ever.  I mean, in pictures, He looked like a Dove. A Bird of some kind. How was I supposed to pray to a Winged Creature without feeling foolish? That was my logic, I guess, as subconscious as it was.  I didn't really grow up with the charismatic movement. So when I went to a Holy Spirit healing retreat a couple of months ago, I was not prepared at all for what was to come. I won't share a lot about that retreat on this blog. If you want to know, you can ask me personally. Suffice it to say that I got to know that the Holy Spirit was definitely very real. I believed in Him before the retreat, but I was