Front row chats with the Holy Spirit

Front row chats with the HS

I sat in my traditional front row pew. Some may think it’s a “pastor’s wife thing”… sort of like the “co-pilot’s seat”. For me, my choice of seat is two-fold, really.

First, the front row puts me close to the side door that goes down to the children’s class. Today is my turn to have a break from the kids’ class, but I fully expect to be summoned somehow, by someone, downstairs at some point. I hate to disrupt the service. So I sit in my front row co-pilot’s seat, as close as I can to the “emergency exit”.

And the second reason for my front row location is lack of discipline. You see, I am a people watcher. I confess I find the human race fascinating. Especially in my church! I am convinced the human beings God has placed in our church are a rare breed… often more unique than the average human being! And so it is with great discipline, I am seated in the front pew in order to aid my concentration on the message my husband is beautifully delivering.

He is walking us through the parables. Oh, how I love a good story! Today he is preaching from Luke 15: The lost sheep. I’ve always loved this one. But, I do confess, I have heard it a couple hundred times in my 37 years. None the less, he eloquently shares the love and devotion the Good Shepherd has for His sheep.

“Yea, yea. I know that one. What else?” I confess to having thought.

And then Luke 12:7 comes up on the screen.

“But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.”

“Yep, know that one too.”

But then the Holy Spirit sits down next to me, on my front row perch.

“Hope, you know your morning routine of combing out that long thick mane God gave you?”

“Umm…. yes. How could I forget? It’s such a pain. A job that requires much patience, I’ll tell you what! And let’s not even talk about the clean-up process afterwards. Good grief! Hair all over the place.”

“Any idea how many hairs fell out of your head during this morning’s combing?”

“Uh, felt like a thousand!”


“47? How would you know that?”

“Because the Father mentioned that you have 12 less than yesterday. Don’t worry though. He also gave you 35 new growth hairs to make up for some of the loss. No need to panic.”

“I don’t understand. I thought that whole ‘hairs of our heads being numbered’ thing was a one-time deal?”

“No, Hope. If the Father’s knowledge concerning you was a one-time thing, then He would often be wrong. For you, unlike our Father, are often changing. Never forget… your Father, who is always present at your side, is breath by breath, taking notice of you. So take a deep breath, and just bask in His tender loving care for the unique person that He has designed YOU to be.”

About that time I heard “And now, if Hope will please come up and play the piano for us….”

“Oh! Right!”

“Holy Spirit, can we continue this little chat later?”

“Sure, Hope. I’m always here….”


Luke 12:7   “But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.”


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