“But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you.” John 14:26 NASB
God has been taking me down memory lane lately. It’s highly unusual for me, because I’m a forward thinker and never dwell on my past. To me, the past is to be learned from, not repeated and since God is always doing new things, that’s where I want to be.
When I was almost 13, my dad was killed in a freak accident leaving my mom with 3 girls and a son they had just adopted. Since he was the main disciplinarian in our home, his absence caused the tight restraints to disintegrate and the road to freedom was a road I desired to explore.
Because of my moms grief, it was as if I had no parental supervision, so for the next 2 years I tried everything I knew was wrong to do (thank God I was young and naive cause I could have done a whole lot more!)
With two years of rebelling out of the way, my cousin invited me to a revival service in Alma, Michigan where a woman evangelist was speaking. She told me it was really good and I should go. I didn’t want to go, but I did want to get out of the house, so even though no one else wanted to, I went.
I don’t know what I expected, but I’d never experienced this kind of church before. I hadn’t heard people speak in tongues before but it seemed to change the atmosphere. Toward the end of the service, this woman began to say things to people. She looked at me and although I can’t remember her exact words, she addressed my grief and the lies the enemy had told me. I began to weep. I asked forgiveness for all my sins and invited Jesus to take me, all of me. I just wanted my daddy back.
Two weeks later I stood with both my sisters and my cousin at an altar with my hands raised. We were all just loving on the Father when suddenly I tunneled out. Like everything and everyone just became silent and there was only God and me. Suddenly I was speaking in a language I didn’t know and had never learned.
Such an incredible freedom. Such joy. Indescribable! We were there for hours just praying in this new language, all afraid to stop because who knew if we could start again. It was the 4th of July weekend and my aunt and uncle offered to let all of us girls ride in the back of the covered pick-up truck for the trip to the lake.
About an hour into the ride my cousin had stopped to yawn and then began to pray again. She said, “We can stop! I did and was able to start back up again!” You see, even in our ignorance, God was schooling us.
We became hungry for His Word and started reading the gospels and the book of Acts. Even though my dad was a pastor and we knew the Word and had memorized tons of scripture, it was as if it was all knew. Instead of just reading words on a page, the Word came alive to us.
The Holy Spirit was given to school us, to teach things that we can’t learn by ourselves. He was given as a flashlight so that we could know the truth and it would set us free. If you would like to receive the Holy Spirit, all you need to do is lift your hands and ask Him to come in. Say, “Holy Spirit, I need you! I want to become one with you. I yield my spirit to Yours and every part of me to Your plans and purposes.”
Now just raise your hands to heaven and begin to love on Him, to worship Him. Surrender your own language to the language of the Spirit and let Him transform you. You’ll never be the same in Jesus’ name. Amen
Please share your experience with me. I’d love to hear from you!