The Holy Spirit of God in us
It was evening, just finished my workout, and it was a struggle finding motivation to exercise. As I sat there, I knew I had not prayed in a few days, honestly, earnestly, quietly. I pray often during each day, but you know, that prayer that says to God, I know you are there, listening, and I want to be careful what I say to you, and talk to you from that place inside me that is totally honest, truthful, so much it hurts to think of it. Here’s that prayer. Do you ever feel like this?
I want to share an experience I had at the Cross. I attended a special worship service, years ago. Two significant things happened during that service, that I personally experienced.
The people had set up a replica of a Holy of Hollies tent. During the service the leaders walked around and prayed for people, laying on hands. They prayed for me, and one person put their hand over my heart. I felt a burning right there, in my chest growing stronger, until it felt like a hot sword inside me. My legs got weak, and then those praying for me left. I felt my sweater, and it still felt hot. When the service was over, I went up onto the stage, to walk inside the display. They had a wooden cross set up. I pressed my hand against it. Immediately I was in the Spirit.