Note: As you read, keep in mind that I was not under the influence of drugs nor alcohol :p
I’m going to be vulnerable here. Keep the squirrels away because I’m about to sound nuts to some of you…
Before last week, I didn’t think too much about the Holy Spirit’s role in my life. One evening, we spent time asking the Holy Spirit to show up. There was no agenda; how this looks varies from person to person. Not knowing what to expect–if anything–I felt anxious. At the exact moment I noticed by body tensing up, our speaker, Ron Walborn, prayed that any anxiety be released. It’s like he read my mind. I took a deep breath, and let myself relax.
I stood in that packed room with my eyes closed for what seemed like forever. I could hear the shuffle of people walking around and praying specifically for others. I then started to hear a few sounds of sobbing and laughter around me. I’m not even kidding when I tell you it was a bit strange–definitely things I’m not used to.
I continued to pray and tried to silence everything else in my mind. As I approached this moment of serenity, tears started to run down my face. They kept going, and I wasn’t sure why. I assessed myself. Really sad? Nah. Really happy? Nah. Hormones? HAH!
If anything, I felt at peace. The next thing I knew, I felt a buzz all around the upper half of my body. Well, this is new. My head felt like the top of a cup and something was pouring into me. I’m not sure how long it lasted–maybe a few minutes? Maybe I’m crazy, but I’m choosing to believe that was the Holy Spirit empowering me.
What a sweet experience. A strange experience. An experience that will get me weird looks. I’m sharing it nonetheless because GOD IS WITH US, and He’s continuously working in us.
Want to know how that impacted me? Read up tomorrow: Training Camp, Pt 5 – Ripple Effect
