I remember who I was when God set me free. I remember what it was that broke me for the Lord. I found myself in a deep pit. One of my own making. I remember how I felt like I had black tar seeping through my organs. I had a physical sense of my spiritual sickness. I hated what I had become, but because I didn't know a way out, I felt trapped. Much like a fly who is cocooned in a spiders web.
On that great and glorious day that the Lord set me free, there was no one there. No one guided me into the kingdom. The Holy Spirit spoke to my heart and my will broke. I remember being in my apartment, crying my very soul out to the Lord and feeling suddenly like I just had to be at a church. I went in the middle of the day to a church up the street from me. I banged and banged on the door until someone let me in and I asked between sobs if I could pray in her church. She looked at me a bit bewildered but let me in. Though I was crying and obviously in turmoil no one came to counsel me or pray with me. But the Holy Spirit was there and he gave me the first sense of peace that I had had in a long time. I felt like I had finally come home.
From that day on my whole life changed. I had grown up ocassionally going to church, but this was when God set me free and I really gave my self wholeheartedly to God. He sent godly women to counsel me and disciple me in scripture. But the most powerful thing I can tell you about that day is that I can barely recognize that girl in my memory. It is like it happened to someone else. It has now been about 18 years, and God has done so much healing along the way. What can I say? God is faithful to not only heal us but transform us by the renewing of our mind. (Rom 12:2) He can set free anyone, redeem anything, and reach you anywhere. What an amazing God we serve.
In light of this I want to know from anyone who might happen upon this new blog Where were you when God set you free? Did a person help you? Or was the Holy Spirit your only counselor?