22 We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 23 Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. 24 For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? 25 But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. 26 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. 27 And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God’s will.
Yesterday’s Adult Fellowship session on the Holy Spirit made me realise that I know so little of the work of the third person of the Trinity in my life. And it cast light on what God has been doing in my life, during moments in the valleys and darkness.
I remember a period in my life where I felt very low. There was one morning where I woke up, and there was a sense of utter emptiness inside – a gaping hole that I didn’t know if it could be filled. It was a weekday, and I didn’t know if I could go through the day with the vacuum inside me. All I could do was to kneel and pray. I remember struggling to words to plead with God to give me meaning to live. I think I barely said five sentences. When I opened my eyes, the sense of lost remained and I went on to work as usual.
I don’t know how I went through the day, or how I overcame that period (actually I do, but that’s another story altogether), but as the Adult Fellowship speaker spoke of the Holy Spirit who intercedes in indiscernible words on our behalf, I knew in the depths of my heart that the Holy Spirit groaned for me when words failed me in my own prayers. When I couldn’t pray for myself, He prayed instead.
Thank You, Holy Spirit.