Everyone has a story……Part One

and here is mine. In 2006, I wanted to go to a Women of Faith Conference.  I had been before and had enjoyed myself. I didn’t have anyone who could go with me at the time, so I went alone. The conference was in Orlando. I drove there alone. Went to the Friday night event, alone. Saturday night event, alone. I don’t remember much of that conference. I am sure I had a great time. I am sure that I enjoyed the speakers. I am sure I enjoyed the music. I am sure of all of that because when I had attended this event before. I enjoyed myself. It is what happened after, that I remember the most. I remember driving home on Sunday. It was pretty early, probably around 9. I remember driving to see our house that was being built in the Wesley Chapel area. It had taken me one hour to drive from Orlando to Wesley Chapel. Normally this is an hour and a half to hour drive, depending on the time of day and traffic situations. I didn’t speed, I just drove with joy in my life. I stopped by the house, was pleased with what I saw, and then headed out. I remember noticing a church nearby. I knew their services started at 10:30. I had plenty of time to make it. I decided to go and check them out. I enjoyed their worship services and listened to the message. At the end, they asked everyone to bow their heads in prayer. We were all standing. I don’t remember much of what was being said but what I do know is they started talking about being saved. Something about having Jesus in my life. All of sudden, I felt as if someone had pushed me down and I ended up in my seat. I began to cry, not knowing why. I raised my hands because they were saying something like “If you accept Jesus to be your Lord and Savior” raise your hands. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I just sat there and cried. The next thing I knew, a lady came over to me and said “I noticed you raised your hands, Come up to the front.” I went with her, not knowing why I was going. I heard a bunch of Congratulations, felt a few pats on my back, was given a pamphlet, and sent back to my seat. I left there in tears, not really knowing what had just happened. I immediately called a friend and in tears, asked her if I could come over. I had explained to her that I was at church and something had happened but I wasn’t sure what it was. When I arrived, her first words to me were “You felt it didn’t you?” I was like “Felt what?” “What did I feel?” She replied, “The Holy Spirit!” Is that what THAT was??? How did you know?? Why else would you be here crying?? After the emotional part was over, and I got my head on straight, I left with a new profound feeling. I had felt the Holy Spirit. He literally pushed me down when I didn’t even know that I needed pushing!! He got my attention that is for sure. I sat in my car and began flipping through the pamphlet. Guess what it said?? It said that I had felt the Holy Spirit today!! I could have saved a trip and  a lot of gas if I had just read the pamphlet.

I went home to tell my husband that things were going to change in my life. That I would be reading more of the bible and living my life differently. Looking back, I probably changed my life for a few months and then fell back into the world’s way of doing things. Fast forward a year to 2007. We had our new house and I was training for a Breast Cancer Walk. It would be a 60 mile walk in three days. I sat in the car before my training and on the radio the DJ was saying how this lady wanted to go to a Women of Faith Conference but didn’t want to go alone. The DJ then asked if anyone had tickets that she could buy. I called up and said that my church had plenty of them left and that she could come with us. Long story short, I met this lady on a Wednesday, we bought tickets, and went to the conference together on Friday, and then again on Saturday. She invited me to her church on Sunday. My two children and I went with her to a church 30 minutes away. My kids enjoyed it so much that they said they wanted to go back. They had never said that to me about any church before. We were hooked. I jumped into my new church with both feet. I attended two Womens Ministry during the week, began volunteering during the weekend, and going to church every Sunday. I was doing it all. I had a passion for learning more about God. I was doing what I was suppose to do to “Get into Heaven”. This went on for two to three years. Life went on, but then my passion began to fade. My time was spent on working full time and raising two kids. The volunteering stopped, the bible studies stopped, I still went to church but not every Sunday. I mean I had a life and sometimes that meant I had to do other things on Sunday. Church was there but not a priority.

We are now up to 2013, I have two teenagers. One is about to graduate High School and the other is a Freshman. I have these neighbors of mine who started talking about starting up a Teenage Bible Study. I find myself going to Prayer Meetings every Tuesday Night after work. I find myself getting more involved then I really wanted to but I don’t know how to say no to them. A year later, they started a group. I worked full time and wanted to be a part of it but didn’t know what I could do. I became the Mustard Seed Teacher. I got to take care of the Leader’s children while they ran the Bible Study. I had fun, they fed me dinner once a week, and I played with the girls. The next year, I felt as if I needed to do more. So I set up a bible study for the girls. We went through the book of Genesis together. My passion that had left me was beginning to come back. I was getting into it again. I enjoyed teaching these girls and also learning from them. We are now closing our second year and at the last meeting, I heard myself say “I am interested in working with the teenage girls.” Everyone was so excited and I am like “Did that just come out of my mouth?” One girl came up to me and said “I didn’t know you were interested in teaching the older girls.” My reply was, “Neither did I.” God began to speak through me. God began to use me.

 

 

 

Come back tomorrow for the next part of my story!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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