I love the Holy Spirit. He guides, counsels, comforts, and protects. I appreciate the guidance that comes as a gentle nudge to write a much-needed note to a friend who is hurting. I am amazed at the counsel that falls from my lips when I have no earthly idea what to say to a woman in need. I adore the comfort I get when I am hurting and no one on this earth can do the trick. I love knowing that my children are protected within a hedge erected by the One True God. But He also convicts. And dang if I don’t like that. Please don’t misunderstand me. I love the outcome of conviction but am just not a fan of the discomfort that goes along with it. But, it’s necessary. It’s necessary for growth and a changed life. And I want a changed life. I raise this issue of conviction with you because I have been slammed with it on every side in regard to a particular issue in my life. My motives. The why behind what I do. Questions haunting me recently have had to do with the purity, or lack of it, behind why I do things or why I say things or why I write things or why I go to the places I go. Think you get my point. Do I do things I do to get my name out or to see what people think about me or to make sure I’m seen shaking the right hand or hugging the right neck? Do I want recognition so that my self-esteem and fleshly desires can be unhealthily fed? Do I comment or speak just to hear myself? Sometimes. Sometimes I do. I want to have pure motives. I want to have an agenda that is solely about building the Kingdom of God. I want to get my desires out of the way long enough so that I can be fully yielded to what I absolutely know God has called me to do. Still starving the flesh. Is anybody hearin’ what I’m sayin’?