Monday, January 30, 2012

Generation Unleashed

I walked into this conference thinking that I was completely fine and surrendered, nothing was particularly wrong, I wasn't feeling sad; I was just there for the experience. We got there and started worship and the atmosphere was incredible, 4,000 young people who loved Jesus surrounded me. The first night worship was really good, I cried like, 5 times (but that's no surprise). We went back to our seats and listened to the sermon and then there was an alter call and I went up. As we were praying and worshiping and he was talking to us I was attacked by the enemy; I believe his intention was to make me believe that I was hearing God's voice instead of his, and at first I believed it and what I was being told was something I could never do or ever imagining God asking me to do. When I realized it was the enemy I dropped to my knees, crying, and continually yelled out "I can't do this anymore!" Later that night I was in my room and we were all having discussion and as I was telling them about what had happened it was made clear to me that I was putting my fear of the devil before my relationship with God. My new drive for this conference was to tell the devil what was what and learn how to keep him as far away as I could. The next morning there was a break out session which was mostly just worshiping and praying, at one point we were all praying and my friend next to me was praying for me and I suddenly felt that I DID have authority over the devil, for the first time I KNEW that I was stronger then him, so I started yelling at him. I started to just feel this sense of freedom and peace, and it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
During one of our discussions in our room, our room leader asked if we had been baptized in the Holy Spirit. I didn't know so she explained it to me and I realized how much I really wanted it, to speak to God in my own special and sacred language and feel his love like that. I wanted his love to be so strong that I couldn't stand, I NEEDED that. So that was another big thing I was searching for this weekend. I prayed for the Holy Spirit to fill me and had other people pray for me about it, but it just doesn't seem to be happening. I figured that when I was ready he would bless me with that gift, and maybe I wasn't quite ready yet. On the van ride home I was in a grumpy mood, I didn't really want to talk to anyone. We started discussion and I listened, after I spoke I felt a little better. Our pastor, who was driving, had us start praying and it felt really good, the Holy Spirit was just moving in that van. I felt strong enough to step out and be one of the ones who led out in prayer, something I usually don't feel comfortable doing. We started talking again, and somehow the Holy Spirit was brought up and one of the girls was like "We need to pray for Trisha!" I started getting really excited and I just felt God was telling me that now it was my time, the same girl then looked at me and said "God told me that today was your day." I was so excited and I could just feel the Holy Spirit bubbling up inside of me, they explained to me what to do and what might happen. The second the people put there hands on me and started praying I was just crying uncontrollably, his love was so strong I couldn't even speak but I was praising him in my head and then I felt the words on the tip of my tongue, they came out and slowly they started growing into a whole language, I didn't know what I was saying but I loved it and didn't want to stop. Around me people were laughing with joy, I was being hugged and I felt amazing. Eventually I started laughing, I had wanted this so bad and I got it. My life has been so different since then, I feel refreshed and awestruck, my love for God has grown to a boiling point and I can't even contain it any more. I want everyone to know and see what is happening inside of me and that they can have it to, I want to be a life changer, and want God to have control and use me in his will. I will never be the same again.

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