Transition From Religion to Torah Life in Yashua by Marie Lovell Schryver
As a baptist, I didn’t think anything of the “Holy Spirit” other than He was the 3 rd part of the trinity and didn’t really know what that meant. As a “penny-costal” “charismatic” blah, blah, blah, He was always this super spiritual entity that, IF I was holy enough and prayed-up enough, He might wink at me or tap me on the shoulder for some special gifting or goose bumps that was supposed to be a sign of His approval of me. I enjoyed the spiritual mountain tops as much as anyone did during that time but I still felt like I had to prove myself to God and everyone else and I was always not quite enough . I can’t trust my “feelings” at all. Too subjective. So rather than waiting for feelings, I have to choose trust, and faith which leads to hope. If He is my great reward, feelings are irrelevant. Quite frankly, sometimes I feel absolutely nothing and coming from the charismatic genre, they might say that I’m on the verge of backsliding. To that I say, hogwash! When we began to l...