Revelation

This summer I am staying at Olivet. I am house sitting and I don't have a full time job. I will have lots of free time, and that scares me a bit. However, I have been learning. In my own straying from God, I have found myself in a desolate place. I don't want to be where I was a week ago. Sunday at church I felt the presence of God for the first time in a long time; I think for the first time in a long time I was open to experience God. It's not that he isn't there, it's that I am not opening my eyes and my heart.
A few weeks ago, I felt convicted because I know the spiritual gifts God has blessed me with, and I haven't been using them. For example, there have been times in my life where the voice of the Lord is so clear and he leads me to share words and visions with others. That hasn't happened recently. I haven't created a chance for it to happen. I haven't sat and prayed.
Earlier today I was reading "The Gallic Confession on the Canon of Scripture" written by the French in the 16th century. They name off all the book in the Bible that they consider canonical, or the Word of God. Then they said something that stopped me.

We know these books to be canonical, and the sure rule of our faith, not so much by the common accord and consent of the Church, as by the testimony and inward persuasion of the Holy Spirit, which enables us to distinguish them from other ecclesiastical books which, however useful, can never become the basis for any articles of faith

I think about how much of my faith is based on what other people say, or on what C.S. Lewis says, and it's no wonder I find myself so confused. The Holy Spirit gives us the ability to know truth. We can know the Bible to be the word of God because of the Holy Spirit. Am I looking for the Spirit's work in my life? Do I ask God to reveal truth to me? A lot of times the answer is no. Things shall change.