16 GOOD MORNING, HOLY SPIRIT
stopped.
But the atmosphere of that service continued. I thought
I had been totally raptured. I was worshiping beyond
anything I had ever experienced. It was like coming face to
face with pure spiritual truth. Whether anyone else felt it or
not, I did.
In my young Christian experience, God had touched my
life, but never as He was touching me that day.
Like a Wave
As I stood there, continuing to worship the Lord, I
opened my eyes to look around because suddenly I felt a
draft. And I didn't know where it was coming from. It was
gentle and slow, like a breeze.
I looked at the stained glass windows. But they were all
closed. And they were much too high to allow such a draft.
The unusual breeze I felt, however, was more like a
wave. I felt it go down one arm and up the other. I actually
felt it moving.
What was happening? Could I ever have the courage to
tell anyone what I felt? They would think I'd lost my mind.
For what seemed like ten minutes, the waves of that
wind continued to wash over me. And then I felt as if
someone had wrapped my body in a pure blanket—a
blanket of warmth.
Kathryn began ministering to the people, but I was so
lost in the Spirit that it really didn't matter. The Lord was
closer to me than He had ever been.
I felt I needed to talk to the Lord, but all I could whisper
was, "Dear Jesus, please have mercy on me." I said it again,
"Jesus, please have mercy on me."