The Holy Spirit came to me when I was young child. I never understood nor knew if my prayers were being heard or whether they will be answered. The Holy Spirit came to me in a dream. Let it make it clear that when I had this dream I was still a young girl probably between 8-10 years. I dreamt of heaven. Heaven then was a place in the clouds. So there I was with my dad and God and we had a travelling bag, I think we just came to visit this beautiful majestic place the sky was clear blue and the clouds as white as snow, the sun beaming on us. I took a bite of the clouds and it made my teeth so cold, because I used to think clouds where just ice formed together as one. That was my first encounter with God in a dream. The best dream I’ve ever had. I still remember it clearly until today.
I never questioned why I had this dream, I never questioned why such beauty was instilled in me, and why I had to be the one to experience it. I just took it and let it be part of my life. In my teachings with spirituality, I’ve always learned to take what serves me and throw out what doesn’t. The Holy Spirit gave me life. And I accepted it, I accepted Jesus Christ as my true saviour. This only means one thing to me and that is pure belief. When I tried to question my dad about religion and putting science with facts, that’s when he made me understand what a belief is.
Being from the 12 Apostles church we have many teachings but from all teachings love conquers them all. And that is the fundamental tool that spiritual being must use. So in Matthew 10. God gave authority to his disciples to go out to the lost sheep to cast out all illness, evil spirits, and heal the sick. Only those who believe in this power can have the courage, the love, understanding and the trust to do this.
And with that understanding I knew my purpose in life is to teach, to love and serve Gods will accordingly.