I was raised in a home where we always talked about the Holy Spirit. He was a part of our normal prayer life and was always invited “into the room”. Our family went to a church that taught on the power of the Holy Spirit and helped me understand the person and personality of the Holy Spirit from a young age. So when I was 7 years old, in an evening church service at “Temple of Praise & Worship” (maybe that’s why I love praise and worship)...I went up to the altar to receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit. I remember the feeling of that “rush” it talks about in Acts 2 and being overwhelmed with the presence and power of God.“And suddenly there came from heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. And divided tongues as of fire appeared to them and rested on each one of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit gave them utterance.”‭‭Acts‬ ‭2:2-4‬That experience allowed be to have a closeness with God my whole life. I remember especially in times of fear and uncertainty, times when I didn’t know how to pray or what to say, I would pray in tongues and feel His peace. This experience with the Holy Spirit and praying in a prayer language was consistent until about the age of 18 where the business of college and the cuteness of boys overshadowed the value of the Holy Spirit in my life. I remember going through several months of feeling disconnected to God, void of hearing His voice, empty of spiritual power. It was after school one day, when I was desperate for a move of God in my life that I heard God say…”go home and start praying in tongues and I’ll speak to you.” That day I was re-filled with the Holy Spirit. I sat on my couch in the apartment by SDSU and immediately began to speak in tongues, my prayer language was right there ready. I began to smile and cry as that familiar peace of God rushed over me again. Within a few minutes, the syllables and words of the prayer language of my youth began to shift and change. It sounded different, it was a new version of prayer. I asked the Holy Spirit to start to tell me what the words meant. I grabbed out a piece of paper and pen, and as I spoke in tongues, I began to write down in English what I heard. It was God speaking to me things about my future, things I would do for Him, some of which I’m doing today in this church.I love the Holy Spirit. I love how close and personal He wants to be with us. I love the experience when Christians get baptized in the Holy Spirit and they have new access to the peace and power that He brings. I’ve had the honor and privilege to pray w/ hundreds of Christians to be baptized in the Holy Spirit and receive their prayer language and it’s so rewarding! For anyone out there who is interested or has questions about being baptized, (immersed, submerged, filled to overflow) with the Holy Spirit, I’d love to talk!:) Gaby Abbott