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A group of us teenagers from the youth
group where I gave my life to Jesus, had
a prayer meeting one night. We often
met to pray apart from our usual Friday
night youth meetings and this time it was
by one of the older members house. She
wasn’t a teenager anymore but remained
a part of the youth group, as did others,
to help give guidance and leadership to
us younger and newer members. She
was like a ‘Spiritual’ mother.
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The present batch of youngsters,
had some of the most amazing and
memorable times in the presence and
glory of God. This impromptu prayer
meeting was no different. The presence
of God was there filling our souls with the
sweetness of God. We prayed, sang and
related the things God was impressing
on our souls as the meeting continued.
The meeting was wonderful but it had
to come to an end for us to head to our
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respective homes. Others were getting
out of their seats and gathered their
belongings, so I attempted to do the
same. To my surprise I could not stand
but slid off the chair onto the floor with
a flop. By this time I was in a panic along
with everyone else in the room. There I
was in a lifeless heap wondering what
was wrong with me, why was it I had no
strength? Was I ill? The older lady whose
house we were was not in the room at
the time so someone rushed to get her
telling her something must have gone
wrong with me.
As she came in they explained to her
that I had no strength and could not lift
myself up. At this point we expected her
to panic as we were but instead she quite
calmly reassured us and told us that I
would be fine as I was only ‘slain in the
Spirit’. None of us knew what that was
so she continued to explain. She said we