| My Testimony Being raised an atheist, I held no belief in God from age eight to eighteen. During that same time frame, I suffered from Grand mal seizures. After coming to consciousness from one such convulsion, I crawled out from under the seat of the Grey Hound bus I had been riding at the time. Through the pain of an intense migraine and swollen tongue, I cried out to God for the first time in my adult life. "God, if you're real, don't ever let me have another attack again!" He heard me, even through the bad grammar... Three years had gone by and the seizures had not come again. bfore that time, I experienced them several times a year.. There was no doubt in my mind- God is real. Even taking medication had not relieved me of the attacks. Only God did that. Still, I continued doing my will for many more years. Finally, on February 1st, 2006, I raised my hands to God and surrendered my life to Him. By that time I had acquired a drug addiction and had been in and out of half-way houses since 2003. Still, I would pick up my will and put it back down again several morte times before I finally sought Father with my whole heart. On June 8, 2008, I was in a Sunday | | night service in a community church in Clearwater, FL. The six weeks prior to this I had taken in earnest Matthew 6:33 and was on my knees first thing every morning. That night I was praying that the Holy Spirit reveal Himself to me. Not by coincidence, the Pastor came out and announced that his sermon would be short that night that we could spend more time worshipping. I had been holding my arms up in worship for some time when they began to grow tired, so I lowered them to rest. When I again began to raise my arms, I felt a tug at my heart to keep my left arm down. I did so, palm upturned, right hand in the air. There was a very definite presence in my left hand, an energy of sorts.Again my right arm grew weary, so I lowered it. When I began to raise it again, I felt a tug at my heart to leave it down. Now both hands were open, palms upturned; I had a definite sense that the Holy Spirit was holding my hands. After a few minutes, I began to wonder if I were imagining it. I hefted both hands up and down—the Presence was definitely there. I don’t remember much after that except that I was very high in the Spirit for some time after the service was over. | | I have never spoken in tongues, or been “slain” in the Spirit, but I have known His presence in my heart for a long time. Now I have physically experienced His presence. When I got home that night, I felt compelled to pray. I didn’t know what to pray, so I submitted myself under the mighty hand of God and kept my mind as still as I could. (Subsequent to this, the Spirit revealed a technique that is very effective in keeping your mind quiet. I will be sharing this in upcoming Focus Group emails.) I’m not sure how much time went by—maybe 15, maybe 30 minutes. When I went to bed, the Spirit began bombarding me with ideas. When this happens, I have to immediately write them down, or usually they are gone forever. When I was through, I knew what I had been given could change many lives, perhaps the course of this country, forever. The following months brought confirming signs with them... To read the rest of my testimony, please join our Focus Group, we are in need of responsible Christians to give us their valuable input. You can always choose to opt out of the group. We are very mindful of your Privacy, and will never share your information or input with anyone. Please join today. | |