The Access Card That Became a Path

🕊️ Good Morning Holy Spirit

There was a time, decades ago, when I read Good Morning Holy Spirit by Benny Hinn. I don’t align with that stream of Christian dogma anymore — not its ministry model, its practices, or its beliefs. But I won’t deny what that book did for me. It marked a turning point.

It gave me a framework
— a permission slip or ‘Access Card’, if you like
— to open my awareness to the ever-present Spirit of God.

Not the Spirit as a theological figure.
Not the Spirit as a charismatic force.
But the Spirit as a quiet companion.
A whisper of presence. A light within.

Looking back, I see that moment as a doorway.

By saying yes to the idea of the Holy Spirit,
I unknowingly said yes to something deeper
— the inner light of God’s leading, the subtle guidance that doesn’t always wear a name tag.

I began to sense that perhaps there were friendly guides and entities from the Father’s bosom,
sent not to impress but to assist.
“Whoever is not against you is for you.” That verse became a lens.

The book gave me language. But the Spirit gave me life.

Now, years later, I walk with a different vocabulary.
I’ve shed the labels, the hype, the formulas.
But I still carry the essence.
The companionship.
The knowing. And I honor that early moment —
not because it was perfect, but because it was timely.

Sometimes the Spirit uses unexpected means to deliver perfect invitations.
What matters is not the form it came in, but the truth it awakened.

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✨ The Wind Still Speaks

I no longer greet the Spirit with the same words.
But the wind still speaks.
Not in syllables, but in signals.
Not in doctrine, but in direction.

And I’ve learned that presence doesn’t need a name to be real.

The access card was signed in ink I no longer use.
But the path it opened still leads me forward.
And in the stillness I live by,
the whisper remains.

🕊️ Good Morning Holy Spirit