power of the Holy Ghost so that you can live victoriously. Do you know what that is?”
Zakia shook her head.
“Do you believe that you are saved now because of what Jesus did for you on Calvary?”
Zakia nodded.
“Did you have to do anything other than believe to receive your salvation?”
Zakia shook her head. She knew she was saved, and all she had done was accept the pastor’s invitation to receive Jesus.
“Well, you receive the power of the Holy Spirit the same way, by faith. Okay?”
Zakia nodded.
“I’m going to pray with you to receive the power of the Holy Spirit, and when you believe you receive it, open up your mouth and begin to speak. Just let out whatever comes up. You will not understand it, but keep speaking in tongues. That is your heavenly language. It is your brand-new, born-again spirit praying the perfect prayer to God. When that is happening, you are operating in the highest power. Understand?” Sister Jenkins asked so sweetly, holding both of Zakia’s hands.
Zakia nodded.
“Let’s pray. Dear Lord, thank You for saving this sweet child. You have snatched her out of the hands of the enemy. She belongs to You and will serve You all the days of her life. Equip her, Lord, and anoint her right now to walk on top of any situation or circumstance that arises in her life. Let her light shine brightly as she walks upright before You. Move on the inside of her precious Holy Spirit. Give her peace that passes all understanding. As she receives Your glorious power from on high, let her prayer language come forth. Amen. Now open your mouth and speak, sweetie,” Sister Jenkins instructed.
Zakia opened her mouth, and her tongue began to flow. Because of her open heart, she received her prayer language instantly.
Zakia prayed the perfect prayer, totally surrendering to the Holy Spirit that was overtaking her. She flowed for a few minutes as Sister Jenkins continued to hold both her hands, interceding for her. Afterward they hugged. Zakia looked at her.
“What just happened to me?”
“You were just born again and filled with the Holy Spirit of God, and your evidence was that special prayer language you just spoke. It will empower you to live this new life in Christ.”
“Wow! Now what do I do?” Zakia asked, pulling herself together.
“Get into that Word. Feed your spirit. Read your Bible, come to church, and listen to Word tapes. Faith comes by hearing. That is the only way you will grow spiritually.”
“Oh, I have to get the tape of today’s message. Do you know where I can find it?”
“Yes. The bookstore is to the right of the front of the sanctuary.”
“Oh, thank you so much. Thank you so very, very much,” Zakia said as she squeezed her again.
“Have a blessed week, sweetie.”
“You too, and thank you for inviting me,” Zakia said as she left.
She found the bookstore and bought one hundred dollars’ worth of products. As she stood in the cashier line, she realized something. She stood completely still. She closed her eyes and began to smile. The emptiness was gone. Her void had been filled.
Zakia sped home to tell Jay what had just happened. She was listening to one of the cassette tapes she had purchased and didn’t hear the siren; however, the flashing blue lights got her attention through the rearview mirror. She pulled over, her happiness unaffected. While waiting for the policeman to come to her car, she began to pray in tongues.
“In a hurry, ma’am?” the policeman asked.
“I’m so sorry, Officer. I just left church and am so excited to get home to my husband to tell him all about it,” she said, genuinely enthused.
“Well, slow down so you can make it there in one piece. Have a nice day,” the policeman said as he tipped his hat and went back to his squad car.
“Thank You, Jesus! Thank You, Jesus! Thank You, Jesus!” Zakia praised God all the way home.
Chapter Nine
J ay, Jay! Baby, where are you? Jaaaayyyy!” Zakia cried out joyfully as
Zakia shook her head.
“Do you believe that you are saved now because of what Jesus did for you on Calvary?”
Zakia nodded.
“Did you have to do anything other than believe to receive your salvation?”
Zakia shook her head. She knew she was saved, and all she had done was accept the pastor’s invitation to receive Jesus.
“Well, you receive the power of the Holy Spirit the same way, by faith. Okay?”
Zakia nodded.
“I’m going to pray with you to receive the power of the Holy Spirit, and when you believe you receive it, open up your mouth and begin to speak. Just let out whatever comes up. You will not understand it, but keep speaking in tongues. That is your heavenly language. It is your brand-new, born-again spirit praying the perfect prayer to God. When that is happening, you are operating in the highest power. Understand?” Sister Jenkins asked so sweetly, holding both of Zakia’s hands.
Zakia nodded.
“Let’s pray. Dear Lord, thank You for saving this sweet child. You have snatched her out of the hands of the enemy. She belongs to You and will serve You all the days of her life. Equip her, Lord, and anoint her right now to walk on top of any situation or circumstance that arises in her life. Let her light shine brightly as she walks upright before You. Move on the inside of her precious Holy Spirit. Give her peace that passes all understanding. As she receives Your glorious power from on high, let her prayer language come forth. Amen. Now open your mouth and speak, sweetie,” Sister Jenkins instructed.
Zakia opened her mouth, and her tongue began to flow. Because of her open heart, she received her prayer language instantly.
Zakia prayed the perfect prayer, totally surrendering to the Holy Spirit that was overtaking her. She flowed for a few minutes as Sister Jenkins continued to hold both her hands, interceding for her. Afterward they hugged. Zakia looked at her.
“What just happened to me?”
“You were just born again and filled with the Holy Spirit of God, and your evidence was that special prayer language you just spoke. It will empower you to live this new life in Christ.”
“Wow! Now what do I do?” Zakia asked, pulling herself together.
“Get into that Word. Feed your spirit. Read your Bible, come to church, and listen to Word tapes. Faith comes by hearing. That is the only way you will grow spiritually.”
“Oh, I have to get the tape of today’s message. Do you know where I can find it?”
“Yes. The bookstore is to the right of the front of the sanctuary.”
“Oh, thank you so much. Thank you so very, very much,” Zakia said as she squeezed her again.
“Have a blessed week, sweetie.”
“You too, and thank you for inviting me,” Zakia said as she left.
She found the bookstore and bought one hundred dollars’ worth of products. As she stood in the cashier line, she realized something. She stood completely still. She closed her eyes and began to smile. The emptiness was gone. Her void had been filled.
Zakia sped home to tell Jay what had just happened. She was listening to one of the cassette tapes she had purchased and didn’t hear the siren; however, the flashing blue lights got her attention through the rearview mirror. She pulled over, her happiness unaffected. While waiting for the policeman to come to her car, she began to pray in tongues.
“In a hurry, ma’am?” the policeman asked.
“I’m so sorry, Officer. I just left church and am so excited to get home to my husband to tell him all about it,” she said, genuinely enthused.
“Well, slow down so you can make it there in one piece. Have a nice day,” the policeman said as he tipped his hat and went back to his squad car.
“Thank You, Jesus! Thank You, Jesus! Thank You, Jesus!” Zakia praised God all the way home.
Chapter Nine
J ay, Jay! Baby, where are you? Jaaaayyyy!” Zakia cried out joyfully as
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