When I was a kid, I had a wild imagination (and still do, sometimes). Santa Claus wasn’t my concern, though. I had bigger fish to fry, like escaping to Neverland in the night or living in Narnia and becoming a queen. I must’ve watched Peter Pan, both cartoon and live-action versions, on repeat for days at a time. I saw The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe in theaters four times, three of which were in a single weekend. To say that I was obsessed with either beloved story is an understatement. It got to the point that my parents grew concerned that I was living in a fantasy world, and I don’t mean one of simply playing pretend.
Maybe I was in a whole other world.
Maybe I believed in fairytales more than the average child.
Maybe I dreamed the impossible.
Maybe I truly thought there was such a thing as magic beyond our realm.
Or maybe I was on to something greater than myself or what the world had to offer.
We are all born with a hole in our hearts, minds, souls, and spirits. It’s almost hidden like the wind’s gentle whisper. You can’t quite see it. You can’t reach out and touch it. But you can feel it in your bones.
These voids in us create this overwhelming sensation that nothing will ever satisfy, that there are a million opportunities, and being tied down to just one is excruciating. You feel hungry for adventure and desperate to reach the holy grail that is infinity — endless life and laughter, love and experiences. It’s a dire need to possess it all.
This quest is an itch that cannot be scratched for many people. They can’t fall asleep at night because they’re waiting for the next moment of bliss. Even I get impatient when I know there’s an exciting journey up ahead. But what I know now that I didn’t know as a child was the context of the hole inside.
It isn’t a vacancy that can be filled with any carnal person, place, or object because it’s supernatural-shaped. I don’t mean a mere “faith, trust, and pixie dust” kind of temporary patch over the hole or happening upon a wintry meadow and drinking tea with a faun. Furthermore, I don’t mean the Paranormal Activity or the Poltergeist kind of phenomenon either.
I’m referring to the Holy Spirit, the part of the Trinity that was left to dwell with and relate to us. You can’t quite see Him. You can’t reach out and touch Him. But you can feel Him in your bones.
When the Holy Spirit fills you, He takes up every nook and cranny until you overflow. That insatiable thirst to conquer the world in search of purpose is cradled with a calming peace and patience. Instead of physical immortality or the ability to accomplish everything in one breath, He presents meaningful and gratifying gifts: faith, hope, love, an abundance of joy, and everlasting life. You don’t lose the drive to discover your destiny and achieve goals, but the drive becomes more focused and guided. With every “next step” the Holy Spirit shows you, with every triumph and victory He brings you to, you draw nearer to His presence and supernatural glory and power.
God is the giver of big dreams, so that yearning as a child and as an adult is part of an incredible imagination that we should not try to extinguish, rather we should try to fuel. In a sense, magic isn’t too far-fetched after all because the Holy Spirit presents us with open doors and opportunities that make us feel alive. We can even technically fly (on an airplane) if we choose to. We just have to remember that it is not necessarily “magic” that sustains us, but the Holy Spirit that continues to refill us, give us gifts, and remind us that we were made to soar to greater heights.
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