“Your dad would totally fire me if he walked in on this, you know.”
“And lose the greatest literal babysitter he’s ever hired? I don’t think so.”
Marinette strains her neck to look at Adrien petulantly; he looks over at her and cracks a grin.
“You’re slipping, Mari!”
As his serious facade melts, Marinette is suddenly acutely aware of how warm he is against her. She’s not sure she likes the feeling as her blood runs cold and her heart clenches. I can’t do this, she reminds herself sourly, and tries to go back to relishing in her friend’s company.
Sometimes I forget that the Holy Spirit dwells in me. I forget 1 Corinthians 3:16. I forget Philippians 4:13. I get caught up in the present, in the pain, in the hardship. I tell myself, “I can’t do this.” When really, I am His temple and His Spirit dwells in me. When really, I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.
In most ancient cultures, people believed that everything, even so-called inanimate objects, had an indwelling spirit, and in this respect they were closer to the truth than we are today. When you live in a world deadened by mental abstraction, you don’t sense the aliveness of the universe anymore. Most people don’t inhabit a living reality, but a conceptualized one.