 I said, God, I'm not leaving this room until I have an encounter with you. For four hours I prayed. I tried everything I had learned about prayer, singing songs, reciting scripture, intercession, revoking demons. I tried to experience God's presence through my own effort. I even cried out to God with tears, trying to guilt him into a response. But after four hours of hype and emotion, nothing happened. Then I gave up. I lifted my hands and cried. I don't know how to pray. I don't know how to find Jesus. Please help me find Jesus. And then after I had come to the end of myself, I felt a presence enter my room. Pulsars of electric-like sensations moved up and down my body. I was enveloped by a heat. I felt overwhelming rushes of peace and love. The joy was euphoric. The plain, ordinary settings of my room had become heaven on earth. And I knew the very presence of Jesus was there, and it changed me forever. It's not by power or by might. Only when we come to the end of self can we begin to experience the true fullness of the Holy Spirit's power.