I wonder if we underestimate what a privilege it is to have the Gift of the Holy Ghost. I certainly have. I remember reading the account in the Old Testament of Noah walking with God. As I did so the Spirit whispered, so are you. "What?" I thought. It was then, finally then, for this wasn't so long ago, that I realized that the Holy Ghost is a member of the Godhead. A God. One with the Father and the Son. It was then that I realized that I had been promised His constant companionship; not just when I'm in the Temple or at church, not just now and then, but constantly. I have spent my days since that realization trying to notice that blessing. Each morning when I head out on my morning walk, which ordinarily takes an hour, I say to myself, "Via con Dios." I then spend that hour, having already knelt in prayer, communing with God. The practice sets the tone for the day, as I attempt to look across the crowded room of my busy life and keep an eye on my blessed companion through all the confusion.
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