No One Can Tell Me It Wasn’t Real

Yes, that's 11 year old me.

I was watching some Rodney Howard-Browne clips tonight. They can get pretty wild. It reminded me of the times I’ve felt the power of God so incredibly strong. In fact, I’ve often said I’ve been ruined for anything less.

People make fun of these types of meetings. They simply don’t understand. Do some people fake things? I’m sure they do—but I can tell you, I never have. God is so real. His power is real. It can feel like electricity flowing through your body or the palms of your hands. It can feel like all your strength is suddenly removed and you fall uncontrollably to the ground.

I remember being in this type of meeting when I was about 11 years old. I was sitting in the back, watching some preacher pray for people who would fall down as soon as he touched them. I wasn’t sure what to think. Suddenly, my mom—who was sitting close to the front—turned around and motioned for me to go forward. I refused, terrified, because I was so shy I couldn’t bear the thought of standing in front of all those people.

She gave me the mom look, and I knew I had to obey—or else. I stood in a line up front and kept saying in my head, “I’m not going to fall no matter what,” over and over again.

Well, it was my turn to be prayed for, and he started to touch my head—but before his hand even made contact, I found myself on the ground. I knew God was the one who touched me. I felt His love and power. No one could tell me that wasn’t real. I knew it was—even if I didn’t understand why He would make me fall on the ground in front of all those people. I didn’t have to understand. I knew He touched me that day, and I didn’t feel invisible or lost in the crowd. I felt light as a feather—and important to Him.

with love, vicky