Good Morning, Holy Spirit

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As I walked out of the door of the school and down the sidewalk to the corner, I looked at the window of the library. And the pieces began to fall into place. was a lovely girl, named Rose. But in the stubborn culture of the Middle East—and especially in the Hinn ancestral tradition—the firstborn should have been a son and heir. When my tongue loosened, I said, "That's it!" The stuttering was gone. All of it. And it has never returned. Her eyes were still moist that evening as she fell asleep. And during the night she had a dream she still recalls. "I saw six roses—six beautiful roses in my hand," she says. "And I saw Jesus enter my room. He came to me and asked me for one of them. And I gave him one rose." urn:lcp:goodmorningholys00hinn:lcpdf:72501cda-bf29-4439-b3af-7b8165356a7e Foldoutcount 0 Identifier goodmorningholys00hinn Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t1wd4hb0g Isbn 0840731817

On the bus I said, "Jim, you'll never know what a tough time I had with my father about this trip." You see, after my conversion, my parents had done everything in their power to keep me from attending church. And now a trip to Pittsburgh? It was almost out of the question, but they grudgingly gave their permission.Holy Spirit, I yield my mind and my gifts to You. Inspire me with Your wisdom and revelation, that I may discern Your will and bring forth fruit that lasts. Guide me in using my talents and abilities to honor You and bless others. Thank You, Holy Spirit, for the inspiration that flows from Your presence. In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen. 11. A Morning Prayer to the Holy Spirit’s Transforming Touch

They flew my grandmother over from Israel just to tell me I was crazy. "You are an embarrassment to the family name," she said. "Don't you understand the shame you're causing?" Jim Poynter, the spirit-filled Free Methodist pastor, had seen me there. And one day he stopped by the kiosk at the mall just to talk about the things of the Lord. That's when he invited me to go with him to the Kuhlman meeting in Pittsburgh.my tongue and loosen it. It felt like a little numbness, and I began to proclaim God's Word with absolute fluency. Finally I asked him, "What's the idea of all these pieces of paper?" Instantly, he began to witness to me. I thought he would never quit. And when it was over, I was determined to stay as far away from this crazy fellow as I could. One day in April I thought, "There must be a reason for it." I asked, "Lord, why are you doing all of this for me?" I knew that God doesn't give people spiritual picnics forever. In a second the angel was gone, and I woke up early and rushed off to school to study in the library before classes began.