Friday, May 8, 2009
I began to attend worship services at my church. During those times at church, I felt like someone cared. I felt loved. Every Sunday I came and listened it seemed that the Pastor was speaking to me personally. Also, during this time my father passed. This was a heavy burden to bear. One Sunday, the pastor spoke and I felt God leading me to accept Christ as Savior.
Since that time, I feel better about myself. God gives me direction to make better decisions. Each day I ask for guidance and He gives me His guidance. God has placed in me a hunger to know Him and to know His Word. My relationship with my children, who are now adults, has been enriched. They come to me for advice about the Bible. Recently, God delivered me from a stroke. If it weren’t for God’s intervention, I would not be here. He healed me. God also helped me restore my relationship with my own mother. I know that God will continue to help me and guide me the rest of my life.
Since that day I first trusted Him to be my Lord and Savior, He has been with me. He helps me face everything with God’s love.
We were members of a small church in Tennessee when I attended Vacation Bible School that summer. Also, I had been attending a Christian school for the past year. I knew what it meant to be “saved” and knew I wanted to go to heaven one day. I knew that sin was all the bad things I did, and unless I asked Jesus to forgive me, I would not go to heaven.
Mom used to tell me that Jesus took my place by dying on the cross, that He loved me so much that he would suffer punishment for me so I would not have to. At the end of VBS the Pastor gave the invitation. I knew I wanted to be saved, to have Jesus as my Savior and I was so excited to accept Him as my Savior, I prayed for salvation. I jumped over Mom to get up to the Pastor to tell him.
As a young mother at the age of 23, God revealed to me that I had never given Him control of my life. When I accepted Jesus at the age of 10, I didn’t realize that giving Him control was something I had to do everyday. I prayed and asked Him to help me give Him control of my life.
Everyday my desire is to please Jesus with the way I live my life.
I was raised in a Catholic home going through all the motions of the “sacraments”, but it wasn’t done with any conviction, rather because it was something I was supposed to do. I always had questions about how things were done within the church, but never got any answers. At the age of 15, after “confirmation” I never went back. I sort of floundered around for the next ten years.When I was twenty-five eighty percent of the population where I lived was Catholic or Jewish. During the last two years of that ten-year span, a good friend of mine kept witnessing and praying for me. One night when I drove him home from work, I started thinking about all he had been telling me about salvation. I realized that Jesus died for me and took my place on the cross. I knew I wanted that peace very much and so I accepted Jesus as my Savior in the parking lot near his apartment. I prayed to Jesus confessing my sins and asking Him into my heart.