How are you today?
I’d like to share one of the most important moments in my life, truly a turning point.
In February 2016, when I worked in Singapore, my church on one Sunday announced a “Prayer Seminar” to be held for three days from the coming Friday night through the next Sunday afternoon. I debated as to whether I would join the whole sessions for three days. Being overloaded at work, Saturday morning was the only morning when I could sleep in. So, I thought to myself, “Maybe, I will just go on Friday and Sunday, but rest home on Saturday.” Then, during the fellowship time with coffee, tea, and snacks after the service, I could have a chance to talk to a Singaporean brother. At that time, he shared his amazing testimony that he was half mute and half deaf when he was young, but he was miraculously healed, and he and his parents became believers. Then, he said to me, “While I’m talking to you, the Holy Spirit says there will be a big shift coming to you, and your prayer will be answered. And you know what it is.” I was surprised and excited. At that time, my prayer was, “Open my eyes, Lord!” After listening to a Korean pastor’s sermon from a podcast a few weeks ago, I had been praying that prayer, as the pastor encouraged the audience. Yet, I seriously didn’t imagine what it would be like for my eyes to be opened. After the brother’s prophecy, I immediately knew I must attend the prayer seminar for the whole three days, not even missing an hour.
Then, on February 19, after work and dinner, I went to the prayer seminar. I still recall that my eyes were wet when we sang “10,000 reasons” before Sister Margaret Seaward, the speaker started teaching. One of her teaching on what is prayer was “It’s communion with Him.” And she shared Isaiah 62:5, “And as a bridegroom rejoices over the bride, So shall your God rejoice over you.“(NKJV) And she said that she enjoys watching bridegrooms’ faces whenever she goes to a wedding. It hit me that our prayers should be just like the communion between bridegroom and bride. He rejoices over me day and night, but I knew my prayer was like a duty. I felt that it would be like a wife’s fixing breakfast or dinner for her husband without love and without joy, but out of a sense of duty. When I realized my prayer was just like that, my eyes were wet, and tears dropped. Coming home from the prayer seminar, I took a shower, and I knelt down on my bed. I repented of having no joy but prayed out of duty. And I felt my burden was gone, and I had joy.
Then, on the next day, Saturday, February 20, I continued to attend the prayer seminar. During the break, I went to a restroom. And I saw Sister Margaret Seaward come into the toilet next to me a while ago before me. While I was doing my business in the next toilet, I prayed for her. Then, coming out of the toilet, I met her in front of washing basins. And I made eye contact with her, but a bit shy, said hello to her. We never had a chance to say hello to each other in person before that seminar.
And she said to me, “What is your name?”
I said, “I'm Yunee." That's all we shared in the restroom. I couldn't muster up the courage to say to her, "I'm so blessed by your teaching," to encourage her. But, I said to myself, "Did she hear something from the Lord, while I was praying for her just a while back or when she saw me through the mirror when washing her hands?"
Then, all the afternoon session of the seminar was done, and Sister Margaret invited those who had not spoken in tongue but wanted to receive it, to the altar. My heart started to pound. It was a mixed feeling of excitement and fear. And I thought to myself, "Maybe this is the big shift to come like the brother prophesied last week." And I felt I shouldn't ignore the invitation, but come to the altar with courage and obedience. A few people from the audience, including me, came up, and Sister Margaret prayed over us, and she also asked us to pray. While I prayed in Korean, my mother tongue, she said, "You shouldn't pray in your own language." Then, I didn't really know what words I should say or what sounds I should make. But, just in a moment, I started to make a sound that I didn't intend to, and I cried so loud. I was embarrassed, as it was so loud, but it was not something that I could control. I kept crying out loud, and while crying, my dad came into my mind. And I couldn't stop crying at all, but I felt that my wounds from my dad were being healed, and I was also forgiving him. Just a week ago, during the Sunday service, my pastor made an altar call to those who have unforgiving hearts but would choose to forgive. I came to the altar, and I followed the pastor's prayer over two persons in my heart that I couldn't forgive at that time, and one of them was my dad. While I was crying out uncontrollably loud, I was assured that the Holy Spirit was doing something in my heart and in my spirit. After a while, I could finally stop crying but only prayed in tongue. I was finally baptized in the Holy Spirit, and I had His great moment. It certainly became a turning point in my life.
Since then, prayer became a real communion with Him, my Bridegroom, and I had such a bliss. I'd like to write more on my journey through the communion in my future blogs. In the meantime, I'd like you to imagine a bridegroom looking at his bride at their wedding and be reminded that our Bridegroom rejoices over us just like him.
More to come! Have a bliss!
O God, You are my God;