When I was a kid growing up I was the worlds biggest loser, just ask my mum. Nothing I did was ever good enough nor would ever be good enough. Sadly I fell into the trap of believing I was worthless and wishing I had never been born.
I became emotionally stunted and had no real friends at school; I was the brunt of jokes and bullying. The only good thing I remember is going to Sunday school; I loved the stories about Jesus and I loved singing the hymns. So I guess I kinda believed in God.
Then, for what must have seemed like a good idea at the time, when I was in my mid teens I turned my back on my family and went my own way in the world. I also turned my back on God. I turned to booze and drugs, gambling, fast cars and racy women.
All of a sudden I could drink like a fish, smoke like a train, drive like the devil and cuss like a trooper. You'd think I'd be happy and for a while I truly thought I was but something was missing and the more I got the more I seemed to need and there was always something missing. Didn't matter what I had or how much of it I had it was never enough because there was always something missing.
It took me ten years to realize just what it was that was causing a big empty hole in my life. Without God I was nothing. My life was going down the toilet and the only one who could save me was Jesus.
I found a Bible-based Spirit-filled Church and I went along a couple of times to ‘check it out’ (you know the “I’m just looking – don’t want to get too involved” thing) but when I kept seeing people who had something I desperately wanted; they had true peace and a real joy in praising God, I answered the altar-call and went forward for prayer. Hoping beyond hope that this was real I took a step of faith. As I cried out to God the Holy Spirit just hit me like a runaway train and I was leaping and shouting and praying in tongues as the spirit gave me utterance.
It was so amazing and it still is to this day. I gave my life to the Lord and straight away got baptised by immersion in obedience to Him and He healed my life. Now it was the turn of the booze and drugs to go down the toilet and the cussing and filth and emptiness went out the window.
My life spirit was restored to me by the Grace of God and my soul was at rest again. That was my first very special experience of the Holy Spirit but my walk with God has been full of Holy Spirit moving experiences not just for me but many others who have been “slain in the spirit” whilst being prayed over. Many times over the years I have been a “catcher” in the prayer-line but it was not until a couple of months ago (when I needed prayer myself) that I was slain in the spirit as the Spirit of God moved over and through me during prayer.
One minute I remember I was praying and the next (quite some time later) I was flat on my back staring at the ceiling. God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to perform, believe me; I never dreamed that would happen to me. I just thank God that our lives are filled with Holy Spirit experiences as long as we are open to everything God has in store for us.
That’s a good place for every believer to say “Amen I hope and pray that this small part of my testimony will encourage others. God bless and thanks for asking <))).
For a Christian being able to fall back on the fact that God knows what is best and everything will work out for the best in the end, makes anxiety troubles much easier to deal with.
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