It turns out that both God, and Satan, had a plan for my life. This world has been generous with (figurative) punches to the gut. I took all this for granted, as the normal Christian experience.įorty years later, I've sobered up a bit. Miracles, answered prayer, for-real prophetic utterances, healings-and best of all, the Presence of God that often drew me into a glory-cloud of pure Love, alternately weeping on my knees, or dancing like a child for sheer joy.
I landed smack-dab in the middle of the Jesus-Freak Outpouring, and Kingdom Riches were as easy to find as a toddler's egg-hunt. Now I was a newborn Christian on fire! - with more fervor than knowledge, but hopefully God was able to use that time, anyway. If there was more of whatever THIS was, I wanted THAT! Someone invited me to a home prayer group, and I ended up in the "hot seat", where the folks prayed for me to receive the baptism in the Holy Spirit. I had built my social life around them, but that, also, began to change. There was never again any desire for any of the numerous illegal substances which had so fascinated me. I'm already high on something." My seven-year-street-drug-habit had just evaporated. I stared at it curiously for a moment, and verbalized what was flowing through my mind, "I don't think I need that. Our friends came by with a bag of weed as usual, that week. I had no idea what had happened, but I had been born again-was a newborn child of God. I awakened the next morning to a New World- a New Me. Just afterward, I felt a weight lift off me (sin?) and fell peacefully asleep, like a baby without a care in the world. Moments before that prayer, I was grieved, tormented, distressed.
My life was never the same after that moment. I cried out to God, alone in my bedroom, "I know you are out there somewhere! Would you please come into my life and take over, because I have royally botched it up!"ĭon't ask me how or why, but He showed up. My new husband was, once again, on "Whereabouts Unknown" status. It was late one night in November 1976 (or thereabouts). Guess it's better to aim at something and miss, than to aim at nothing and hit it. I aim to learn to do likewise, though sometimes I despair of achieving consistency. The Creator used His Words to speak life.
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