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Sunday, August 10, 2014

Noting down my encounters with God

8th June (The first day of Church Camp)
During alter call, I took the courage to step forward and pray
One of my church friend came forward, wanting to pray for me
I didn't know it was her at that point in time
The moment she touch me, I "fainted" (being slain)
I felt a force and fell backwards
I felt a sense of security and warmth
Indeed, God was touching me

9th August (National Day)
My church friends were intending to do a bible study with me
Because I asked about being baptized by the holy spirit
They wanted me to have a better understanding before I received the gift of speaking in tongues
Nearing the end of the bible study, they prayed for me
I was told to repent and confess any blockages that I have
I prayed in faith for wanting to be filled by the holy spirit
After that, they prayed for me and laid hands on me
Immediately, I started uttering some language that I couldn't understand
I swear that it wasn't coming from me
I just opened my mouth and I words just came out without any effort
And I started weeping
The Holy Spirit was overflowing in me
God is indeed amazing. "Ask, and it will be given to you"

 "In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans" Romans 8:26

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