I was raised in Pentecostal churches where, it seemed to me, everyone spoke in tongues. When I was about 8 I began to have visions that came to pass, and felt the call of God on my life, can’t explain how I knew it, but I did. My mother, a little more reserved than my dad, was always afraid I would be too emotional, WHO ME!? Anyway, all through the years I knew the Bible, I knew that the Holy Ghost was a friend, the third part of the Trinity, the part that was with me every day. I knew I was acquainted with him and thought I had some fruit of the Spirit, love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, kindness, meekness, temperance, faith, etc, now I am not saying I exhibited them all, buuuuuttt…. I never spoke in tongues! I decided maybe since I had other gifts, such as the dreams and visions that came to pass or told the future that maybe I would never speak in tongues and decided to be happy with the gifts that I had.
The Christmas I turned 21 my life changed drastically. Someone came into my life that I fell totally and completely in love with, I had never ever felt that way before. It was a love that could not be and I was more than heart-broken, I wanted to die. On New Years Day, I went into my bedroom and started to make up my bed. I began crying, trying to keep anyone in the house from hearing me I fell across the bed and began praying, suddenly I realized I was speaking in tongues, I guess the Holy Spirit saw that I was so heart-broken that there were no words for me (Romans 8:26-28 Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good) and began to pray through me. I stopped because I was so stunned, I began to pray in English again and realized that I was speaking in tongues again; I stopped once more and thought about what had happened and finally just relaxed and thanked God for it.
Something else that is very interesting, my granddad and his father had come to this country from Armenia to escape the tyranny of the Muslim Turks, they were seeing religious freedom. One night as they were walking down Azusa Street (if you don’t know about Azusa Street, type it in your search) they heard a man who was inside the church, speaking in the Armenian language. They were stunned because this man seemed to be speaking to them, saying things directly to them. They wondered, “How could this be?” They walked into the church and looked for the man who was speaking. When they saw him they decided to find him after church and ask him why he was saying those things to them because not only did he not know them but also they were just walking outside of the building and heard him! When they approached him they spoke to him in Armenian, the language they heard him speaking in, only a few moments before, he looked at them not able to understand what they were saying and then explained to them that the Holy Spirit was speaking through him in their language to give them the words they needed to hear! They were so happy; they were jumping up and down!
God can do anything in you that you allow. Don’t be afraid, just pray and tell Him that you want His will in your life. Isaiah 41:10 Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.’ Get alone and pray; invite the Holy Spirit to be your constant friend!