I was seven years old when I asked Jesus to come into my heart.
My parents both came from families who read and lived by the principles of the Bible. They taught each of us 5 kids that God sent Jesus to die for our sins. One of the Bible verses we memorized was John 3:16 “For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son. So that everyone who be- lieves in him will not perish but will have eternal life.”
I remember that I had picked up a child’s Sunday School paper that explained in very simple words that even a child is important to God. I sat in my rocker in my bedroom and read this paper and felt the pull to pray to Jesus to ask him to come into my heart and to forgive me for my sins. Then I wrote the date, November 1954 on the back of the paper. (For many years I had that paper in my box of things to keep, but I can’t find it anymore.) I went to find my Mom so I could tell her that I had prayed to Jesus and had asked him to come into my life. She was truly happy and went to tell my Dad!
Although I have not always lived so that people would know I am a child of God, I know that God heard my prayer as a young child and on that day my name was written in the Book of Life. When I die, I believe I will go to Heaven because my Heavenly Father is faithful and truthful.
I would welcome the opportunity to share this Good News with anyone who would like to contact me. Please message me to begin a conversation either online or face to face.
