So, that day I asked Him again. I said, "Please fill me with Your Holy Spirit." I continued to smoke that last night of revival. I remember the preacher asked for those who wanted prayer to come up to the altar.
There was a very long line and as I got closer to him, the preacher kept looking at me. When it was my turn for prayer he reached to lay his hand on me but before he could touch me I was slain in the Spirit.
It was the most beautiful experience! There was a sweet smell of the presence of God all around me and I did not want it to end. I had thought I was in His presence for 10 or 15 minutes but my husband said they prayed over me for 45 minutes to 1 hour.
I remember I was smoking on the way to church that night. When we were going home my girlfriend's husband started to smoke and it made me feel strange. I said to myself, "Lord, make him put it out." Praise God, my girlfriend spoke to him and said, "Harold, do you have to smoke now?" He didn't say a word, just put it out!
I never wanted to smoke since that day, over 15 years ago. God is good, praise Him!Still Spirit-filled and smoke-free.