Tonight I went to church. I have not been to this particular church since December and believe me I have felt the difference in my being. For the last umteen years a good friend of mine has been praying for her husband to let the Spirit use some of its power within his life. (meaning, he is one who has been afraid of the Holy Spirits magnificance. and so in some ways the spirit stays idle. I hope you understand what I mean here.) Anyways, a few weeks ago he called me up and asked if I would escort him to church. The church I mentioned at the beginning of the entry. I said absolutely, of course. I would love too. Seeing as I haven't been there for so long, I know that my spirit has been longing for it and because he wanted to put his toe in the water. I was thrilled.
Anyway, it was lovely. It was a soaking night. I thought at first that only the first hour or so was and then they would get into the sermon/testimonies/prayer etc.. I was wrong. The whole night was dedicated to soaking. I can't remember when I have felt so at peace. It was so great to soak with the Lord.
We left just after 9pm. He enjoyed himself immensely, as did I. We will be attending again very soon.