An article I read on the web. Do read it:

I have been a Spirit-filled believer for 50 years. I was raised a Methodist—in fact, quite a liberal Methodist. When my father was committed to a mental institution, my mother really pressed into Christ and became a Spirit-filled believer. She began praying for my brother and me, as we both were turned off by the Spirit-filled church.

During this time I met Wally, my husband to be. Wally had just been Spirit-filled. We dated, but he wouldn't take me anywhere except to church or out for dinner. He wouldn't take me dancing or to movies. He had such a hunger for God—he always wanted to be in church.

I did not care for his Spirit-filled church. The people clapped their hands, cried and spoke in tongues. I was very offended by it all.

One night, Wally told me he was fasting for me. He said he had served the devil with all his heart and that now he was going to serve God with all his heart. He felt I was not a committed believer. He knew I was born again but that I wasn't interested in the baptism of the Holy Spirit. God had told Wally he had to put Jesus first in his life and I would have to be second.

I was quite offended by this, but that night God started to deal with me. I couldn't sleep, but I continued to resist God. For three nights I didn't sleep while God dealt with my heart.

Finally the Lord said to me: "I have dealt with you for four years for the baptism of the Holy Spirit. If you do not yield to Me now, I will never deal with you about this matter again. You are born again and you belong to Me, and I'm going to show you what your decision will do if you turn down the baptism in the Holy Spirit this time."

You will never marry Wallace Hickey. You will move to California, get your master's degree, be a good schoolteacher, marry, have a good life, and when you die you'll go to heaven. But if you choose to be Spirit-filled, then I have something so wonderful for you it is beyond your imagination."

When God spoke to me like that, it broke me into a thousand pieces. I simply said: "Lord, if I never marry Wallace Hickey, I want more of You. I commit myself to be baptized in the Holy Spirit."

The next night the Spirit-filled church in our city was having an all-night prayer meeting. I called Wally and said I wanted to go. I prayed that night to be Spirit-filled, but I wasn't until three days later.

My life dramatically changed. I was a very shy believer, but I became very bold. It wasn't long before Wally and I were engaged. Today, I cannot tell you all the ways the Holy Spirit has brought His power into my life. How could I ever get enough of Him?