Tonight at the dinner table, our family was talking about the day we accepted Jesus. The day that we gave our lives to Him and became followers... a Christian.
I was 5 and had heard the Gospel message in Sunday school. After church, I was laying in the hatch back of my parent's car (no seat belts back then) and decided to give my life to God. Nobody led me through a "prayer" or recorded my name on a card.
I was a 5 year old girl who, on her own with Jesus, made sure her name was written in the Lamb's Book of Life. The Holy Spirit did the work.
Do you remember your day?
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2 comments:
How awesome that at such a young age, God began a work in your life :) He really is good!
My moment was actually not a single moment, but many of them. I prayed to God several times two summers ago - just to make sure, I guess. At first, I "became a Christian" to please my friend, but after a while, my faith became my own.
Thanks for all your lovely comments on my blog! You are in my prayers! :)
This is precious...I was 5 also. I am posting my youth from birth to age 18 with Mommy Piggy Tale and I did a whole post on my Spiritual birth at age 5 after VBS one summer.
I has been a treasure to know him for the last 44 years!
Blessings...enjoyed
Janette
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