It’s the eve of my first day of attending the Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry. It focuses on miracles, signs and wonders as ways to spread the gospel of Jesus Christ. In my walk with Jesus, I’ve already experienced these things, and am expecting so many more. While bedridden now, and fully expecting to be healed in God’s perfect timing, the following happened when I was walking.

In the 1990’s, I was nineteen years old, and I had a sales job. I was the youngest on staff by at least thirty years. While these career sales people were putting food on the table and paying their mortgages, I was filling two walk in closets with clothes and shoes from Macy’s and Dillard’s. I was on a first name basis with most of the sales staff at each store, and would wear a new outfit daily. My sisters enjoyed searching my closet and borrowed my clothes, much to my joy and delight. We grew up wearing Catholic school uniforms, so my expanding wardrobe was truly special. My dad had his job at the Stardust for thirty one years, so in my young mind, that’s how I thought jobs worked. You get one, show up on time and do your best, and get a gold watch at some point. Although my dad never got a watch, but a dinner and a plaque celebrating his career.

So when my sales job started becoming competitive, it quite threw me off. I was to be later fired for not making my quota. I’d set an appointment with a customer, then use the restroom before they came. If they came early, and Sam or Barbara (not really their names) if either of them encountered my appointment before me, I would have to split the sale. I had to give tours of the facility, and if I was still on a tour and my appointment came, I’d have to split the sale. It worked that way for everyone, but they were older, smarter, and faster than me, so often met my customers at the pass and closed the sale. I was becoming bitter and angry at what I felt were stolen sales. I carried this thorn in my heart.

It was Easter Sunday, 1990 something, and I attended Central Christian church at their old campus near Pecos road with my older sister, Emily and her then husband Steve. During service, I saw my coworker, Sam, leading worship. I thought to myself, “How could he be up there worshipping God when he keeps stealing my sales?” Then a warm feeling came over me, and I instantly forgave him. My bitter root was removed, as I realized he wasn’t stealing, because house rules allowed for split sales. He had a household to care for, and I just had a wardrobe to build. I repented first being angry and jealous over him. Then, out of the blue, I started floating. My feet kept slipping out of my shoes and I was off the ground. I tried to step back down on the ground, but it was like a magnet’s opposite force keeping me elevated. I thought I was losing my mind at first. So after trying to resist, I just leaned in and continued to worship. It was the first time I was truly wrecked by the Holy Spirit, but until yesterday, didn’t understand what it was. My friend, Esse Johnson wrote a blog post that mentioned floating, and this memory came flooding back. My heart was contrite and repentant, and God chose to bless me with an undeniable encounter. I had never shared this experience with anyone, because I didn’t understand it. I am so grateful to be in a culture and community where signs, wonders and miracles are the norm. It is with an expectant heart that I begin my studies to truly understand and co-labor with the Holy Spirit to be a witness to others to glorify God and His power. Thank you, Lord for this amazing encounter, and for my church community for guiding my way.