My life really began on May 20, 1985, when I gave my life to the Lord. The following morning became Day #1 of my new life.
It all began with me jumping out of bed before 6 a.m. – a record for me. I brushed my teeth and went into the family room. I didn’t know what a new believer should do, but I felt I needed to do something. There was too much energy whirling inside me, which needed to be released. So, I sat on the sofa and began praying.
Don’t go thinking that I instantly became a prayer warrior because I certainly was not even close to being a person of prayer. You see, we can never move ahead of the revelations we have of God. We must begin where we are at the time, which is not a problem for our heavenly Father because He looks at our hearts. He rewards us according to the light we have at any moment in our lives and encourages us to grow toward maturity.
Thus, I prayed something like this:
“Lord bless my wife. Bless my son. Bless my daughter. Bless my dad. Bless my mom…” and so forth.
Within ten minutes, I had prayed for everyone that I knew, but even with such low level prayers, I felt His peace, love, and joy rise up inside me during this period of praying.
Along with a few small petitions scattered here and there, this is how I prayed for the first fifty days of my walk with the Lord. Also, I studied the Bible.
But on the fiftieth day – my personal Pentecost – I was baptized in the Holy Spirit and spoke in tongues.
Pray in the Spirit at all times and on every occasion. Stay alert and be persistent in your prayers for all believers everywhere. (Ephesians 6:18 NLT)
I took the above verse to heart, praying for everyone in tongues. I also worshipped the Lord by praying and singing in tongues. So, my prayer life was basically praying in tongues for about an hour.
Then one morning, the Holy Spirit enveloped me with His presence and I was gone. Gone? I don’t know a better way of explaining it then to say one moment I was praying and the next one I was in a place so wonderful that I never wanted to leave it. Did I see anything? Not really, but time seemed to stand still.
Afterward I checked my wristwatch and noticed that approximately thirty minutes had passed while I was gone. That first experience hooked me. I sought being gone in my prayer life every morning from then on.
(Continued in Part 3)