When I was 9-10 years old, I accepted Christ and wanted to be Baptized. I spoke with my parents and our Pastor and I was instructed to walk down the aisle and to the pulpit at the end of the sermon when the Pastor called for all to be saved.
I was very overweight as a child and due to the ridicule of my peers at school, I developed a very bad poor self esteem. I was very shy, would not look anyone in the eye and just wanted to stay in the background and not draw any attention to myself. Every Sunday my parents and I would rehearse when I was to walk to the front towards the Pastor. I was petrified of being in front of the whole congregation. I was so frightened that every Sunday would come and go. I wanted more than anything to walk down that aisle and be saved and baptized but my fear would just freeze me to stone.
After numerous Sunday's and numerous attempts to move, the day finally came. I will never never forget standing next to my Mother and the Pastor calling for all who wanted to be saved to come to the front of the church. Once again, I froze. Someone was pushing me and pushing a little at a time and I moved to the end of the pew. Still being pushed and unable to move on my own, I reached the asile.
I flew down the asile to the pulpit. I felt that my feet were not even touching the ground. I moved down the isle with no resistance and no fear while suprising myself at how quickly and freely I was moving and I was not afraid!
Many, many years later as an adult, my family and I were discussing being saved. I ask my Mom if she remembered pushing me down the aisle to the pulpit to be saved, my mother replied, "I never pushed you, I didn't touch you". My suspicions were confirmed, it was the Holy Spirit! The Holy Spirit knew I wanted to be saved and pushed me out the aisle and walked with me to the pulpit to accept Him.
I will never forget that day and I have never doubted that the Lord was with me and walked with me and always has.