Nothing Is Impossible With God by Kathryn Kuhlman

Author:Kathryn Kuhlman [Kuhlman, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Religion, Religion/Christian Life General, General, Biblical Meditations
ISBN: 9780882706566
Google: H0snHQAACAAJ
Amazon: 088270656X
Goodreads: 580286
Publisher: VIDA PUBL
Published: 1974-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Lord, I receive.

All things are possible;

Lord, I receive.

“Lift your arms,” she said softly. “Lift your arms and receive the Holy Spirit.”

“Lift my arms?” Suddenly I was a very proper Southern Baptist pastor’s wife again. What if someone saw me? One of Walter’s pastor friends? One of our church members? But I couldn’t help myself. My hands were already at half-mast, and it was as if they were tied with puppet strings. Up, up—I couldn’t control them. I felt as if my body was being stretched and that I was going to be pulled up on tiptoes. Never had I stretched so far, reached so high. When my hands were all the way up, I felt my palms turn upward and at the same time my head dropped. I never felt such humility in all my life. I totally forgot myself, who I was, where I was, and knew only that God was literally touching me with a physical touch. It felt like warm water pouring over me from my head to my feet.

Then I heard a voice coming down the aisle. “O God, the glory on this one.” It was Miss Kuhlman. I didn’t even know she had left the platform.

She touched my wrist ever so lightly. I felt a weightlessness, and it seemed I had floated off into space and was gliding around the ceiling in the arms of Jesus. A man behind me kept saying “Let me help you up.”

I ignored him, wondering what he was doing up there on the ceiling with me. I just wanted to stay where I was, but he wouldn’t go away. His voice kept ringing in my ears. “Let me help you up. Let me help you up.”

What do you mean, “up?” I thought. I’m already as high as I can get, up here on the ceiling. Finally I opened my eyes. I was flat on my back in the aisle, my hands stretched upward, my lips saying over and over again, “Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!” I didn’t care who saw or heard me.

On the way home, Pat and I relived every moment of the meeting. It never occurred to me I might have been healed. I hadn’t gone for that, anyway. All I knew was that I had been touched by God and that something inside me, deep inside, was different.

“Let’s not tell our husbands,” Pat said. “I don’t believe they’ll understand.” I agreed. But I knew that in God’s time Walter would be ready to hear—and understand.

God’s time came one week later. Walter had gotten up early to attend a pastors’ breakfast meeting to help plan a citywide revival with Dr. Paul Rader, a Baptist evangelist. Dr. George Schuler, who had written Overshadowed, was to be there. Walter, as president of the Pastors’ Conference, was the moderator.

I slept late that Saturday morning and was awakened by the ringing of the phone. When Walter came home I was sitting on the side of the bed talking. I glanced up as he came into the bedroom.

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