My Best Friend

The Comforter

Quietly I sit before Him

Quite alone.

Raw… open wounds.

 

The breeze is still,

 

The air silent.

I wait for Him to come.

 

Opening the Word

 

The leaves begin to flutter.

 

A gentle wind caresses my face.

 

There He is.

 

“And I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Comforter

(Counselor, Helper, Intercessor, Advocate, Strengthener, and Standby),

 

that He may remain with you forever—”

 

John 14:16 (AMP)

 

There are some things in life that we will walk through alone. We may have close, faithful friends, but no one who’s been down this path before. The Holy Spirit has become my best friend, because He’s actually walking this path with me, every step. I don’t really even know His name yet. And I can’t find any more words to put in that poem, because our time together is in the secret place (Psalm 91:1) where words can’t describe— I guess that’s why it’s called the secret place. But when I enter that secret place nothing else matters anymore. I find peace, and comfort, and joy. No matter what else I must do in my day, I have to jealously guard time to open the Word and sit alone with the Comforter. Otherwise, I’m a wreck.