I always considered myself a Christian. I grew up in church, sang in the Worship Band, played on the church softball team. I listened to the sermons and attended every Sunday. But I never really felt connected to the Church Body, or to God for that matter. I went through a drought, per-say. I was simply going through the motions, trying to live right. But what I didn't realize was that I was actually growing further away from God.
Just recently, within the last couple of months, I found myself being attacked from every corner with fear, panic, illness, anxiety, hopelessness, stress, you name it. I was at the lowest point of my life. I found myself searching for a quick fix, so I turned to medication, which did not agree with me at all. My system was thrown into complete shock, and those attackers grew stronger.
As I was lying in a hospital bed, the Holy Spirit lit me up. I prayed harder than I've ever prayed in my life. It was then I realized I didn't need medication, I needed to fix my relationship with my Father. The Almighty Father.
A week after being home, I was well enough to go to Church. Pastor Gunter's message was about the Holy Spirit. Once again, I found myself lit up with an overwhelming and amazing feeling. I stepped down to receive prayer and can finally say that for the first time, in a LONG time, I felt at peace.
For the first time in a LONG time, I yearn to talk to God. I yearn to learn more about Him through His Word. I yearn to grow in my relationship with Him. I FEEL it when I worship Him. I breathe easier knowing that I don't have to fight my battles alone, He surrounds me, and always will.
For the first time EVER, I feel at home in a Church Body.
The Dwelling showed me how to get back to God, and for that I'm forever grateful.