Whenever I hear about the Holy Spirit or what the spirit can do, it always takes me back to two specific events in my life that should have been terrifying. They weren’t however, because somehow, I knew the power of the Holy Spirit and what God can do.
In 2009 I was in the delivery room supporting my daughter as she was preparing to give birth to my first G-son. I was excited for his arrival and at the same time empathetic due to her having some challenges during pregnancy. Upon delivery, my G-son was crying or moving, instantly I knew something wasn’t right, but I didn’t show signs of alarm for the sake of my daughter. He was born suffering from meconium aspiration, from swallowing his feces resulting in his airway being blocked and unable to breath. Although during this time, I lacked spiritual knowledge nor was prayer a part of my routine. What I did know was how strong my daughter’s faith had always been. As the doctors were assisting my G-son (shown in the 1st photo), I knew he would pull through just fine because I couldn’t see him taking the child of someone who has loved and praised Him so much from the very beginning.
Before my daughter ever had a chance to see her newborn son, he was transported to a special children’s hospital for care. Although I didn’t want to leave her side, but because her faith is strong, all I knew to do was stay by my G-son’s bedside to keep an eye on him. I talked to him consistently, letting him know how much he is loved and stroking his tiny head with my finger, still can’t recall if I ever thought to pray. My heart was heavy, thinking about how much good I’ve witnessed my daughter doing. So kind, there was no way her son wouldn’t survive this. Fear attempting to creep in once I was alone with my G-son, but knowing who my daughter was at that time wouldn’t allow the fear to take over. It was a little over two weeks before each of them were released from the hospital, able to officially meet each other for the first time and now at age 13 he’s nearly 6ft tall and a blessing. No one can tell me that was anything other than the Spirit!
My son, 1997 12lbs & 15oz, 21 inches long born ” a healthy baby” is what the doctors and nurses said. Yet, at about two months old while I was working one evening, I got a call from my daughter who was 7 years old at the time. “Mommy, something is wrong with Tyree”! She explained that (although they were with the babysitter), she’d been anxiously awaiting to change his diaper, but it had been hours and he still wasn’t wet. She informed me that he also kind of ‘looked like a racoon”. He had dark circles around his eyes. I told her to hang up, call 9-1-1 I’m on my way, never even asked to speak to the sitter. There was no need, I knew my daughter and I knew the tone in her voice. Also, the reason I’d never utilized a sitter before or after this. Not that she did anything wrong, but she was of no help either. About 2 weeks prior to this phone call, my brother took my son to a WIC appointment for me while I was working. He returned to tell me they threatened or mentioned CPS (I don’t recall his exact words, only those 3 letters). The accusations, however, was that my son was too big for his age, and I was feeding him too much, which I knew wasn’t the case. Damn, he was born huge! As it turned out, my son’s kidneys were failing (reason for the circles around his eyes). Although I’ve searched over the years and again recently for this post, I’ve been unable to find the term the doctor used for his condition.
The short of it is that he was born without a portion of his intestine and what he did have was wrapped around other organs. Ultimately resulting in my son not being able to digest food properly amongst other organs working the way they should which coincide with his size and being bigger than average. I was informed that we got him to the hospital just in time and due to his kidneys failing, any later we would have lost him. They had to actually fly a specialist in from another country because no one at the time was familiar with this procedure. The 4th photo above is my son at 2 1/2 months old just before his surgery. It took nearly 2 months for him to completely heal from that. I was such a nervous mom at the time, that when they first brought him to me to hold him after his surgery, I accidently tore his stitches. Oh, the guilt when we try so hard to do our best as parents. Needless to say, my son healed nicely. Once he was older, I had to inform him that if he ever had any abdominal issues later in life to be aware that his appendix had already been removed during that surgery. Apparently because it was in the way while they were operating and served no actual purpose. He now has a tiny scar a little more than 3 inches long on side of his belly that at a time during high school, his story was that he got stabbed. OMG, the things we say & do as teens just to seem “cool”. My son and G-son have always been close and hearing their stories over the years about how they fought to stay here, I’m sure has strengthened their bond. I am thankful to have known and recognize God’s power, even when I didn’t know God.

(Devotional from Sunday May 28th, 2023 by Tim Gustafson)
During the discussion of a book on the Holy Spirit written by a ninety-four-year-old German theologian named Jürgen Moltmann, an interviewer asked him: “How do you activate the Holy Spirit? Can you take a pill? Do the pharmaceutical companies [deliver the Spirit]?” Moltmann’s bushy eyebrows shot up. Shaking his head, he grinned, answering in accented English. “What can I do? Don’t do anything. Wait on the Spirit, and the Spirit will come.”
Moltmann highlighted our mistaken belief that our energy and expertise make things happen. Acts reveals that God makes things happen. At the start of the church, it had nothing to do with human strategy or impressive leadership. Rather, the Spirit arrived “like the blowing of a violent wind” into a room of frightened, helpless, and bewildered disciples (2:2). Next, the Spirit shattered all ethnic superiorities by gathering people who were at odds into one new community. The disciples were as shocked as anyone to see what God was doing within them. They didn’t make anything happen; “the Spirit enabled them” (v. 4).
The church—and our shared work in the world—isn’t defined by what we can do. We’re entirely dependent on what only the Spirit can do. This allows us to be both bold and restful. On this day—the day we celebrate Pentecost—may we wait for the Spirit and respond.
Reflect: How are you tempted to rely on your own efforts or tenacity? Where do you need to wait for what the Spirit can do?
Prayer: God, I’ve exhausted myself by believing that I must make things happen. Holy Spirit, come and help me.
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