I remember the days when I would be in a constant communication with the Lord. No reason to say "Dear Jesus", because our conversation had never ended.

I remember the days when I would dance. Not looking good. Rarely feeling good. But I would dance. I would fight in the Spirit. For people. Or changes in the atmosphere.

I remember the days when I would prophesy. Knowing God was always in a good mood. Knowing He always had something good to say.

I remember the days when I would read my Bible. So hungry for more.

I remember the days when I would speak in tongues. In my car. In the shower. In bed.

All this I remember. But what I forget, is why I stopped.