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is Patricia Chappel, Pat for short. I am a wife, a mother, a retired RN
and currently the owner of a growing business,
My husband, Bill,
and I have been married 38 years and we have 5 wonderful children and 5
even more wonderful grandchildren.
My husband, a professional chef and restaurant manager, was working for
the state of Michigan 12 years ago when he had a serious heart attack that
ended his career.
Bill is a very talented man, artistic and creative.
We tried several ideas and, after much prayer, came across the art of
carving flowers out of tree branches and
was born. Bill was a natural carver and I became the
flower-dyer and arranger.
What started very shakily in the summer of 2004 has become a successful
and growing business which takes us to craft shows throughout the year. It
truly is an answer to prayer because Bill loves to travel and this gives
us that ability along with a needed income and a way to make new friends.
God has always been
very important in my life. I was raised in a traditional Catholic home,
with generations of Catholic heritage on both sides. I was educated in
Catholic schools, taught by nuns for 12 years, and knew my Catholicism
very well. Even so, I found as I grew into my teens, I deeply desired a
more intimate knowledge of God. The ritual prayers and ceremonies of the
Catholic Church seemed more and more empty to me as I grew older. By
the time I was in my late teens and early twenties I used any excuse to
With the help of a close friend I started exploring New Age and Eastern
religious philosophy. I was fascinated with all the knowledge those
writers seemed to have about the supernatural. But something in me would
not let me dive in. For years I remained a very interested spectator while
continuing to attend Mass to please my father and to give my children a
The terms or concepts of being ‘saved’ or ‘born again’ were not found in
the Catholic church in my day, but I was taught that Jesus died for me and
because He did I was able to enter into heaven. Because of no clear
teaching of salvation I have no clear idea of when I was saved. I do know
that God was directing my life and speaking to me for I remember very
clearly His Words to me in one important encounter.
In my early thirties I was convinced that New Age teaching was true and
was more interested in it than Christianity. It was at that time
that God used a Christian radio program to change my life. A singing
evangelist had a daily fifteen minute spot on a
country/western station I listened to. One day
he related a story about becoming angry with co-workers. When he prayed
God spoke to him and said, “Walk gently before Me because you are
Spirit-filled and My Spirit is gentle as a dove.”
Somehow I knew in my heart that God had really spoken to him. Never in all
my years in the Catholic church had anyone
related that they had
heard God speak directly and personally to them! There were hundreds of
stories of saints, all dead, who had exceptional relationships with God.
Yet no one, not priest or nun or bishop, even hinted that they could hear
from God directly. I was deeply touched and amazed by this man’s
experience with God.
I continued to listen to the same station and ponder the thought that God
really does speak to people. Several days later the evangelist spoke about
satan and hell. In New Age teaching there is no such thing as good or bad,
heaven or hell, and certainly no satan or devil. As soon as my mind started
to reject what the evangelist was saying I ‘heard’ a voice inside
say, “You know this man hears from God. Listen to him.” I can still remember what God
spoke as though it was yesterday. I couldn’t deny the evangelist
heard from God, so I kept listening.
Looking back, I now realize the Holy Spirit was teaching and directing me.
However, at that time it
was just a thought rather than a Word from God, but one I couldn’t ignore. My husband, who had been
raised in a large extended family and had attended Baptist, Pentecostal
and Catholic services depending on who he was staying with at the time,
had a very open mind regarding God. We started listening together to
that evangelist and about a year later, during one of his services, I received
the Baptism in the Holy Spirit.
At the time I did not fully understand what was happening. The evangelist gave
an altar call for those who wanted “more of God’ and I ran to the front of
the auditorium with my heart cry, “God, I want all of you I can get!” We
were told that, as we prayed, we would hear strange sounds inside us.
We were to just let them come out, following his example. I did as I was told and
found myself speaking in other tongues. It was a glorious experience! My
feet didn’t touch the ground for at least the next two weeks.
I suppose most would say I was born again and received the Baptism of the
Spirit all together on that day. And there is an example of that in the
Book of Acts with Peter and the household of Cornelius. But I remember the
tender heart of the little Catholic girl, growing up wanting so much to
know God and loving Jesus with all her heart. I don’t think God holds
Himself back from us because we don’t know the right words to say. I also
believe there was Someone inside me during all those years, directing my
steps until I was following the path that was His Will for me.
When we came home from that meeting, Bill and I found a Pentecostal church
and I began growing in my knowledge and experience with God. As a Catholic
student in the 50’s and 60’s, I had been taught not to read the Bible
because I wouldn’t understand it and I would be given all I needed to know
through the parish priest, the sacraments and the Mass. Essentially, the
Catholic church teaches people to just be a good Catholic and they will get to
I tried one
Catholic service after receiving the Baptism and knew I couldn't go to
anymore. The priest was telling little 7 year old First Communion
recipients that they had just experienced the epitome of their Christian
life. Took all I could do to keep from standing up and yelling
So, then, in my
thirties, as the minister opened the Bible to me every Sunday, I couldn’t
get enough. I became an ardent Bible student. The Word became so
precious to me I learned calligraphy so I could make beautiful plaques of
loved verses and I hung them where I could see them daily.
The first time God wanted to speak a Word of Prophecy through me, I
refused to open my mouth. It had only been weeks since I had received the
Baptism and, though I heard the evangelist speak of Prophecy and Tongues,
we had only been attending the church for a couple of weeks and no one had
given a Word in any service I had attended. One Sunday night, as he closed
the service, the pastor announced that he felt someone had a Word for the
As the pastor spoke, I felt a pressure raising up from my chest into my
throat and “heard” several words. I knew God was moving on me to give the
Word, but I was in a panic. I had never heard a Word given! I didn’t know
the first thing about all that yet. I wanted to know why God was picking me. Inside
was a war going on. I was begging God to choose someone else and, as the
seconds turned to minutes, I felt like I might literally explode. The
pressure in my chest had turned to a huge lump in my throat and holding it
back was taking all my strength. I found myself gripping the back of the
seat in front of me until my knuckles turned white.
No one else made a sound and, finally, the feeling passed and the pastor
ended the service. As I stood in the foyer after the service I heard a woman complaining to the
pastor that she felt cheated. She couldn't understand why anyone
wouldn't speak a Word that God was giving them. I was sooo
miserable. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.
It was several years after that before God moved on me again to speak for Him. By
then, I had heard Words of Prophecy, Tongues, and Interpretation and they
familiar to me. Over and over I asked God to forgive me and allow me to
move in the Gifts of the Spirit. The time came when He answered my prayer.
Over the years, the initial ‘pressure’ I felt got less and less and became
just a gentle knowing. I preferred the pressure because then I knew it was
God, but He seems to love to make us become more and more sensitive to His
leading. For me, being able to hear Gods’ Voice continues to be an extraordinary blessing
and incredible way of life.
God tells us in His Word,
"My thoughts are not
your thoughts and My Ways are not your ways”
Is 55:8. Studying God’s Word and
hearing His Voice are His Way of teaching us His Ways and giving us His
thoughts. On our own we could never think as He thinks or discover His Way
of doing things.
That is what is so sad about the religions of the world.
They are just men trying to come up with ways of pleasing God. It just can’t be
done. God, Himself, is the only One who can reveal Himself and His Thoughts
and His Ways to us.
My hope and prayer is that "Time With God" will bring you closer to knowing and
experiencing your wonderful, awesome God.