Testimony by Jayne Meyer
Wisconsin, USA
Posted 9/9/04
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As a little girl, I recall my older sister Sarah drawing me a picture of two hearts as she called it. One was black and one was white. She told me the black stains were sin, and after Jesus comes into your heart, it’s washed clean in baptism. Influenced by what she said, I was baptized in Jesus’ name at the age of seven, shortly before our annual Passover Service.
I had the intent on serving God, but I struggled with it for years. I felt too inadequate and unworthy to receive any notice from God. Passover Service, April 19, 2000, the sermon moved me to tears of repentance, and it began my true walk with God.
I have always felt like I had to express myself in honest reflection of my faith, but I never knew of a way until July 12, 2000, when during a worship service, I felt impressed to write a poem. I did so the next day, and it started my journey in learning to write poetry.
As I grew closer to God, He was teaching me how to deeper examine my heart in the words of poetry. But I was still missing a vital piece of me. I knew that God was beside me and above me, yet He was still not within me. In September, 2002, I began my quest for the infilling of the Holy Ghost in the form of a poem.
Through many prayers and poems later, it was again the Passover Service, April 16, 2003. While I was waiting to be filled with the Holy Ghost, and came close several times before this night, I somehow didn’t expect to get it at the moment. After the sermon, I simply knelt to pray and told God I loved Him. I felt Him touch my hands and I could feel His Spirit filling me. I started to cry, because I knew what was happening, and I still felt so unworthy, yet surprised by the joy of thankfulness that He was indeed raining His Holy Ghost upon me.
Rushing wind, never be silenced. It’s by you that we know the intimate presence of God.
