The first time I spoke in tongues was on my 30th birthday. If you had asked me how I felt, I would have said I felt untouchable, and not it an arrogant saint way but more of, devil, you can’t end me because now I am sure who I belong to. It couldn’t have been more prophetic. I remember thinking, “I have entered Jesus’ year of ministry.” That morning, I was on my knees on the floor of my bedroom, unable to speak. Not because I was overwhelmed by His goodness, but because I