Hi, I apologize for interupting but I feel I must add somethings to this discussion. I was born into a penacostal church. My grandmother, being a christian pillar to her children and grandchildren, spoke in tounges many times throughout our lives. As a child, I didnt understand anything about speaking in tounges, or the way some acted when the Spirit was upon them. Sometimes it would scare me. However, from the times as far back as I can remember, I spoke to God. My mother taught me at a very young age to pray. And I dont know why I just always knew that Jesus was listening to me. Sometimes I would feel comforted from just speaking to the Lord. And my favorite things to do were my Godbless's. You know God bless momma, and daddy, ect..................
Anyway, as I became a teen, I was shy and could not express my praise and feelings in church. When I would feel the shiver down my spine, or the tears welling in my eyes. My fear of being noticed by my fellow teens anchored me to the bench. It was only after marriage did I begin to search for a deeper relationship with the Lord. It was then that I realized that the Spirit did touch me many times as a child even though I didnt know it at the time.
The Spirit was there in the comfort of a childs prayers, or the shiver down my spine, or a tear in a young teenagers eyes.
After my husband and I had been married for about 5 years. I recieved the phone call no one ever wants to get. My husband had been in an almost fatal car crash and he was pinned in the vehicle. Fearing my husband would die when released from the van, I was called to come be with him when the paramedics cut the door from the car. The moment I put the phone down I began to pray. When I got to the wreck they had already gotten him out and airlifted him to a trauma hospital near by. I found out later that the first person on the scene was a church pastor from about 40 miles away. I was told that the man prayed with and for my husband the entire time they worked to get him out. I was told that he kept my husband from going into shock, and saved his life.
The pastor later visted my husband many times in the hospital. I found out that his church came together in a prayer group to pray for my husband, people that didnt even know him. My husband had a broken back, severly broken knee, dislocated hip, a bad burn from an airbag, and worst of all they had to remove 7 segments of intestines, his appendix, and part of his colon. He had 2 major surgerys and had to be intebated twice.
He spent 2 weeks in the hospital.
All of my love and praise goes to our Lord Jesus Christ.