There I was on bended knees, crying out before God in a room full of strangers. Tears streamed down my face as I yelled a shout of freedom with the words: “I understand, I understand!” It was at that moment that I finally understood what it felt like to be in the presence of God. It was in that moment that I finally understood what it meant to have Jesus, to be set free, and to be forgiven.
But how did I get here? How did I get to this moment of redemption? A little over a year ago before this moment, my sister came home expressing her new found relationship with Christ. It was great for her I thought, but I didn’t think much of it until she continually pressed on and on about God. She was relentless! (In hindsight, I can’t blame her because HIS love is relentless). She talked about him in evry situation of her life. She talked about what we we were all missing out on. She talked about the freedom that comes form following HIM, but I honestly wasn’t trying to hear all of that. I already attended church regularly, and I would get to that place when I got there: I didn’t see why she couldn’t get that! Because honestly at the time, all I wanted to do was enjoy my young adult years in peace! I was about to be 21, so you know I just wasn’t trying to hear all that noise. And yet somehow, someway I heard it and ended up in a conference that would change the trajectory of my life forever.
It was at this conference that I experienced worship. I experienced worship every Sunday, but nothing like this. The worship spoke to my spirit sooo deeply, that I was awakened form a slumber I didn’t even know I was in. In a moment of complete praise and worship, I stopped and watched as people of all ages were singing and dancing. Some people had their hands lifted, eyes closed, knees bent, some were even laid out on the floor. This was a scene that I never imagined and never though I’d be a part of, but God saw it fit that I was. I was standing in the middle of a move of God, and I was a part of the move. I know that because the very next day, I surrendered everything and gave my life to Christ.
This was also confirmed when we were called out as the generation of activation. Every part of me agreed with this statement, and by the looks of the room, so did almost every young adult in the room : there was over 200 of us there. We couldn’t be still and we ran up and down as a sign of agreement to God, as we expressed that we were available and ready to be used by HIM.
TO CONNECT WITH OLAYINKA ON HER: