Someone once wrote that God is not a pussy cat. That we can't hold God, or own Him or treat him as a pet.
True. Sometimes I think ofmHim as an accomplished dancer. Sometimes he holds us close to His heart. Another time He lets go of us in some mad darksome swing. Again He is like great huge waves of coming and of going. He is always changeable, always beyond Him.
It is at the minute we believe we have a little understanding utterable.

The Holy Spirit is like a grwat wind that blows through the windows of our heart demolishing the playing card houses of our lives and understanding. Forcing us to rebuild, terrorising us to od better and not box ourselves in with our self lies and half truths.

Ah !!! And His Son shines. Making the utterly unkowable knowable. God brought to life in the smiling face of a shining man. Jesus. Who became man that we might become God.