Do you ever wonder, could there be more to this God you’ve heard about? I thought the same thing. I grew up going to church and was well versed in scripture. I had to memorize many verses in my private Christian school, but did I really understand the words I was saying? No. I was told about Jesus and God, but the Holy Spirit was more so left out. He was a mystery. The One who would make impossible things happen. The One I had only read about.
I got to a point in my life, I wanted to know more. I wanted to have an experience for myself. I grew curious, desperate for more of God. This couldn’t be all. So I dove in. I began seeking people out who had shared stories with me of their own experiences. I started reading the Bible as though it had been my first time. I started praying regularly and went to a Bible study with my friend that changed my life forever. It was the place of surrender. A place I let my guard down. It was a place the Holy Spirit was welcome. Anything could happen. It did.
I found myself in a space of full surrender. I wanted all God had for me, and I soon found myself rolling on the ground laughing. I didn’t want it to end. I was experiencing the Spirit. From that moment on, I’ve been on a quest for more of the Holy Spirit. I went on a year long mission trip that took me all over the world where I witnessed miracles, saw angels, encountered demons, and all in all felt the presence of God and His love like never before.
My life looks different now than it did in my younger years (I know I’m still young). I hear God’s voice so clearly as I write down the words He says to me on a page. I have visions. I feel the presence of God. I feel atmospheres shift. I know the power of prayer.
Hearing God’s voice was not something that happened overnight. I spent time in silence with a pen and journal. I cleared my mind of all thoughts by writing them down in my journal. Then I only thought about God and paid attention to the words that came next. Phrases would come to be and more wouldn’t come until I had written down the phrase in my head. I did this for some time and when I felt I was finished, I looked back at what I had written and the words were not my own. They were words for other people, words about my life, words I would not have come up with on my own. This is when I realized, I had heard the voice of God.
I share more about how I got to where I am today in my book! I recently had the assignment to write a book about the Holy Spirit and out of obedience I completed it.
I was once a girl who was lukewarm for Jesus, and now I’m on fire.