I got on my knees in my room and asked Jesus into my heart.
May 4, 1989 will always be a memorable day for me. I was six years old. (Yes, that does indeed make me 30...for all you mathematicians out there. :) My mom came in to pray with me and tuck me in as she always did. But this day was different. The first boy had been born into the White family (my mom's side). I was the first grandchild. The second, my cousin, Molly, came 14 months later. Since my mom only has sisters, getting a boy in the family was a pretty big deal.
As Mom and I talked, I was so excited to hear about the arrival of my new cousin. Our conversation soon turned to the Lord as we prepared to say our usual bedtime prayers. I don't remember much of the conversation, but I do remember that being the first moment I realized that not everyone believed in Jesus like I did. In that moment, my mom explained to me that we were all born into sin and that we have to pray and ask Jesus to be our Savior. I already believed that Jesus was the only way...that He was born of a Virgin, died on the cross and rose again three days later...but that night I trusted Him personally and I've never looked back.
I've always been thankful that I was saved so young. I'm so grateful I'll never have to know what might've been...how I might have handled tough times had I not known the Lord. The flip side of that is that because I was saved so young and did not experience much of my life without a Savior, there have been times when I know I have taken my salvation for granted.
On this day...the anniversary of my second birth...I am fully aware of what Jesus did for ME. My desire is to be a better testimony of it.
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Me and my amazing cousin, Luke.
