Holy Ghost Girl
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A few weeks ago I was asked to give a talk about the gift of the Holy Ghost at my niece’s baptism (for more info about my church you can head HERE)
Gift of the Holy Ghost
And of course it has to turn into a blog post (because what’s the point of doing anything if it’s not for the blog!?) I compiled all these fun things and put them in a present…the GIFT of the Holy Ghost!
We talked about how it’s so fun to get a gift! And this gift is such an AMAZING gift! Then I had a kid pull out one thing of a time and we discussed them! 1. Flashlight: Represents the sun! Even though there is only 1 sun we can all feel it’s warmth. AND like the sun, you can’t see it right now (we were in a building) but we know it’s there because we can feel it’s warmth. Just like the Holy Ghost.
2. Lifesavers: A life preserver saves you from drowning. Maybe we might make a bad choice. It’s okay! Everyone does. The Holy Ghost can be that help that gets us back safely!
Holy Ghost Girl Book
3. Bandaids: A Bandaid protects you. It covers a scrape and protects it from getting dirty. It protects clothes from getting blood on them. The Holy Ghost wants to protect you! Sometimes he warns us of danger. This might be a yucky feeling when you aren’t choosing the Right. This can be a bad feeling or a feeling of being confused.
4 Heart shaped candy: Heavenly Father loves us. Jesus loves us. The Holy Ghost loves you. Your mom and dad love you. They all want what’s best for you. Just like your mom and dad they went to protect you from getting hurt and help you make right choices! Sometimes the Holy Ghost works through your mom and dad!
5. Q-tip: (you could do earrings, ear buds, or ear plugs): The Voice of the Spirit speaks softly and gently–it doesn’t yell. We need to make we have our ears cleaned and we are listening! When Joseph Smith went to pray he found a quiet grove! We need to make sure maybe after prayers , before we jump into bed, that we sit and listen and give time to have the Holy Ghost answer us. (also sometimes he doesn’t whisper at all–we can just feel him inside our hearts)
6. Compass: What does a compass do? It points us in the right direction–We are here to prepare ourselves to return and live with our Heavenly Father. Sometimes we get so busy we forgot that! The Holy Ghost is constantly there pointing us in the right direction…promptings us what to do…what to say…and may even caution and warn us!
7. Hand sanitizer: Hand Sanitizer keeps us clean. We need to say clean and worthy so the Holy Ghost will always be with us! The Holy Ghost doesn’t want to be around bad words or watch bad movies. So we need to make sure we are always doing what’s right!
8. Bookmark that says I know the scriptures are true. (printable down below): Moroni 10:5 “By the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things.” The Holy Ghost is going to testify to you and let you know that the scriptures are true. You have probably felt him today when you get baptized….Letting you know that what you are doing is true!
9. Blanket: A blanket comforts us. It keeps us warm. It makes us feel better when you are sad, sick or lonely. The Holy Ghost is often called a comforter. He is always there to lend us comfort in time of need. ANYTIME we can pray and ask Heavenly Father to send the Holy Ghost to help us.
Why Girls Ghost
Then I ended with this quote:
Tada kimi wo aishiteru japanese movie. I actually printed out these fun bookmarks (the one pictured is just one my daughter had! But this one was way more colorful! ) I just printed out and laminated it (Always an excuse to use my laminator!)
So many people have actually requested I make this bag–It’s actually photoshopped! You could grab some white vinyl and design it up and stick it on the bag. BUT…I made a couple printables you could just print out and glue on if you fancy!
I also put it with THIS cute ctr towel!
Holy Ghost Girl Song
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“Holy Ghost Girl”, a new memoir by Donna M. Johnson, tells the remarkable story of the author’s childhood among the followers of Brother David Terrell, the last of the great tent-revival preachers of the fabled Sawdust Trail, an evangelical circuit in the South named for the sawdust on the floors of its temporary tabernacles. Johnson’s mother, Carolyn, was the Depression-era daughter of an itinerant Assemblies of God minister. Born into the kind of white Southern poverty photographed by Dorothea Lange, Carolyn possessed a longing for the wider world, and uncanny musical ability. When Brother Terrell brought the gospel to her Alabama town in the late 1950s, Carolyn discovered both her soul mate and her calling. Within a week, she’d sold or given away most of her earthly goods, and joined his circus.
With her two children (the author and her little brother Gary) in tow, Carolyn became Brother Terrell’s organist, ghostwriter, Girl Friday, and considerably more. Though he was a married man, and his interpretation of the Scriptures was peppered with hellfire and brimstone, Brother Terrell also had quite an eye for the ladies. As the years would reveal, it wasn’t just the Holy Spirit that Terrell was sowing on the Sawdust Trail. In addition to the children he had with Betty Ann, his wan, long-suffering wife, and the three daughters he would eventually father with Carolyn, he begot many progeny by an assortment of worshipful followers, mistresses, fellow preachers and wives. By 2001, when Johnson’s sort-of step-brother Randall—a mischievous, pitiful, Southern Gothic figure who suffered from an obscure chronic ailment—mercifully passed away, Terrell’s family “numbered around seventy.” Emphasis on the “around,” because, like so much in “Holy Ghost Girl”, there’s really no way to rightly know “the truth.”
There’s much to admire about Johnson’s memoir, including its wry humor and sprightly, elegant prose, but one of the things I, as a fellow memoirist, most admire is her willingness to acknowledge the “unknowableness” of her experience; to suspend judgment and shrug her shoulders at the strangeness of her early life and the odd crop of adults who peopled it. The incidents of Johnson’s childhood were peculiar even by the somewhat compromised standards of the rural South. She now lives in Austin. She’s married to a poet. And I imagine she voted for Obama.
The reason that I emphasize this is because it makes the extraordinary open-mindedness she exhibits toward Terrell and his followers more extraordinary still. Is Terrell, she asks herself, “a con man? A prophet? A performer?” Though he was her step-father, he remains a figure of LBJ-caliber complexity. She witnessed him perform extremely convincing miracles, healings, even an exorcism. Prospero to her Miranda, he possessed undeniable power, and a knowledge of the private sufferings of others that beggars rational explanation. Johnson provides a startling description of the time he “laid hands” on her: “It was as though a curtain fell over my senses. … The I that was me, separate and distinct, released its hold, and I experienced myself as a vast and bliss-filled darkness. … [That night] the sores, fevers, and lethargy that had plagued me for months disappeared.”
In so many ways, Holy Ghost Girl depicts Brother Terrell as a scoundrel. Besides his shabby behavior toward his children, wives, and lovers, and his cavalier treatment of sycophants, he amassed a personal fortune of many millions from the frightened and desperate people who flocked under his tents. Eventually, in the 1980s, he was arrested, convicted and sentenced to three concurrent 10-year prison sentences for income tax evasion, but only after making preparations to flee the country, and allowing Johnson’s spurned mother to languish for weeks in the Wichita County jail for refusing to testify against him.
And yet, Johnson still struggles to reconcile the disparate aspects of Terrell’s character, in such a way that reveals the “irreconcilableness” of belief and rationality. “I believed,” she writes, “[he] was a prophet and a healer. I knew he was a liar and an adulterer,” a flawed messenger in a world of such “messy glory.” Meeting him again after many years, she finds herself relating to him in terms with which we can all probably identify, if not quite understand: “It wasn’t belief or unbelief,” she writes. “It was love.”