My Conversion (Part 4)
Why does a person get converted? There may be several reasons why. But for me it was a personal relationship with God Himself, which made me know that it is real. I asked the pastor and a few people at the Assemblies of God church, who I had gotten acquainted with to pray that I might receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit. I was already converted to being a Christian, when I went to the Baptist church, I also was baptized in water by immersion. Immersion is the only way Baptists baptize, it means being completely dunked under the water. This was done by an ordained minister of the church and in the name of the Father, The Son, and the Holy Spirit. The Assemblies of God church believed the very same way. In about 2 to 3 weeks I stayed at the altar praying on a Sunday night, and the pastor asked if I wanted to be baptized in the Holy Spirit right then... I said yes. I was so hungry to be filled with God that I did not want to wait any longer. The pastor layed hands on me according to the instructions in the Bible in the book of Acts..."For as yet He had fallen upon none of them. They had only been baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus. Then they laid hands on them, and they received the Holy Spirit." - Acts 8:17 Several of the sisters in the church prayed with me, I immediately began praying in earnest and expectation to our Heavenly Father, yes prayer that is from the heart will make much difference. Suddenly I felt the Holy Spirit all around me, and in me ( yes you can feel God). I was praising Him in English but then all of a sudden I was praising Him in a language I could not understand. I kept this up for a very long time, just not wanting to quit praising Him! But I finnaly decided I better go home, as my husband must be getting worried with me staying in church for so long. I was speaking in this unknown (to me anyway)language all the way home. My husband was already in bed, and the children too. I decided to not wake any of them, so I wrote my husband a long letter at the kichen table, explaining all that had happened to me that night. He always had to get up very early to go to work, and the children and I got up later as I had to help them get ready for school. But my husband always came home for lunch and I prepared a hot lunch for him daily.Then after about an hour he went back to work. He had read the letter I had left for him, and he was not upset at all. Which made me breathe a lot better. He did not say much about it at all. But I know that he watched my life constantly now. As I began praying in this new language God had given me, I began to find I had more power to witness, I was not as fearful to talk about what the Lord had done for me, and I became a better wife and mother, daughter, friend, or sister, through this experience with the Lord. But not without persecution or critism from some who always looked for the faults in others instead of what is good. This experience with God still did not make me perfect, I still had a lot of learning and growing to do.
I may from time to time come back to this subject as I feel led of the Lord!
Love, Aalie
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