Temples

I remember a time, probably over twenty years ago when I did a prayer to the Holy Spirit. I knelt at my bedside and prayed with an open heart the prayer. I didn't realize how deeply I turned to God on many occasions throughout my life. I remember that day with clarity, I can still see it as if I did it yesterday. Or remember the times I would ask for help in making my body the temple it was meant to be. That meant giving up the many vices that corrupted it. And I hope to continue to keep it the dwelling place and temple that the Lord has built for his home.