A few years ago, three year old Becca was playing house in the hallway of our home. She was dressed up in all her princess glory and had at least three babies and all the paraphernalia that goes along with them in the hall.
We had been visiting my sister and went to her Pentecostal church. The kids were enthralled with the music and dancing and came home full of excitement about the Holy Spirit. As she was playing I heard her voice change to almost a wail.
"I cannot do anything right. I cannot do anything good. The Holy Spirit has left me."
What do you say to that.