Jesus Loves You

02

I WAS a scared child.

My parents were strict. I wasn't allowed to go out and play with my neighboring kids, so I stayed home and saw them from the balcony. I used to be excited to play with them but always ended up being pissed off because my mother wouldn't let me go. I hated that. It was another reason I used to blame my parents for my scared nature.

In school, I had friends but still, I was lonely. I can't explain this feeling. I was someone who thought countless words and said only one. My nature was silent and I was easily scared. I was drawn to people who treated me gently and I was scared of being touched. Though I craved hugs, I never wanted anyone to touch me. I wish I wasn't this scared, because later, it only increased.

Receiving compliments was a good feeling but I couldn't expect the same gentleness from everyone. Especially my neighbors. How can I come to define that feeling? It was once when I was out with my grandmother. I got this chance to play with others and there was a drunk old man who first tried to grab me and when I resisted, he glared at me and hit me. It was an ugly feeling, still has the same old impact.

I've been a writer for four complete years and I'm adept at describing everything with such fineness that God alone could teach me. But here, my hands weaken. Not for once, but there were more incidents in my life where I was harassed and abused. I ran into men who intimidated me and made me realize that men aren't really nice. I was once taken advantage of by a doctor. My uncle was a drunkard and once he also showed me and my sisters his anger. I'm glad it didn't cause much damage but I was scared and wanted to leave the house. I even prayed to God to give us a house somewhere else because I didn't want to live anymore where my uncle lived.

Fear clawed at my senses and I bore the pain and the marks of them till I met Jesus.

I stayed away from men and wouldn't even look at them because, for me, every man was the same; scary. It was the reason I didn't like to go out anymore. I didn't tell this all to my parents, nor would I like to tell. Nobody knows what I went through, except Jesus alone.

When I was born again, I only knew about Jesus and the Father. I didn't know anything about the Holy Spirit. However, I got to know about Him and I learned that He lives inside me and we can be friends.

It's a really beautiful gift by God the Father.

"But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you." — John 14:26, KJV.

You receive this beautiful gift of the Holy Spirit right when you believe in Jesus and accept Him as your Lord and your Savior.

Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost. — Acts 2:38, KJV.

The fact that we could be friends made me grin just too wide. I was back home and I asked the Holy Spirit to become my friend.

I knew I had to come into a relationship with Him and treat Him as I'd treat my friends. Though I couldn't see Him, I knew I had to believe that He was there and was listening to me. It was a beautiful feeling, to be honest.

Though many people are aware of this Trinity and know that the Holy Spirit comes to dwell with them once they believe in Jesus, they don't really acknowledge Him the way we should acknowledge a person we can see.

I'll tell you, the Holy Spirit is real. Even more real than the person you can see with your physical eyes. He exists and is right inside you, above you, beside you. You can't escape Him, you know that, right? The Lord is omnipresent.