When Spirit Bears Witness

 Today a familiar scripture opened in a new way:

His Spirit bears witness with our spirit that we are sons of God.


I’ve always seen that scripture like this — and rightfully so — as something intimate inside me.

God’s Spirit whispering to my spirit, “You belong. You are Mine.”


But today I saw it from a different angle.


It wasn’t only “God-to-me.”

It was “Spirit-to-Spirit” between people.


Our spirits bear witness to each other.


Suddenly I saw another layer of Sonship.


Not just the inward knowing that I am born of God, but the shared recognition that we are.


My spirit recognizes the Spirit in someone else, and theirs recognizes the same in me.

It’s one witness moving through many hearts.


Then I understood those words of Jesus differently:

“By their fruit you will know them.”

“By this all will know that you are Mine — by your love.”


It’s not a test.

It’s recognition.


The fruit reveals the root — the origin.


Love reveals the life source.

It’s the Spirit in us seeing the Spirit in another, and quietly knowing:

“You come from the same Source I do.”


It feels like looking into someone’s eyes and catching a reflection of the same light, the same breath, the same Son.


The mirror is Christ…

but that mirror shows up in one another, too.


It’s not striving to love.

It’s recognizing the shared Spirit-life we’re all carrying.

It’s knowing each other by the same origin that knows us from within.


This is Sonship made visible:

the Spirit in me bearing witness to the Spirit in you —

until we both realize, we came from the same place. We belong to the same Life.


If this language of origin, recognition, and shared life resonates with you, this is the heart behind my book, The Genesis Face. It’s now available, and the link is below.


https://a.co/d/4QvFUjQ

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