Everyone has a story.
Here’s mine.
I was saved at a very young age. I can’t tell you the exact day or even how old I was, but that doesn’t make it insignificant. It’s quite the contrary, It means that God has had His hand on me from the very beginning. You see, I was raised by two God-fearing people. My parents taught me about Jesus even before I was born. I remember being about three years old and inquiring about salvation. It was something I wanted so bad; in my innocence, Jesus was calling out to me. It wasn’t until a few years later did I approached my pastor for baptism. I was baptized when I was six years old at a tiny church on a hill overlooking a tiny lake.
Through my middle school years, I was what I’ve heard referred to as a “weekend Christian.” I went to church at the usual time and participated in youth group but I only acknowledged God when it was convenient for me. When I was in eighth grade, God caught me completely off guard. I was hanging out with a friend after class one day and he asked me very bluntly, “Are you a Christian?” I was completely blindsided. I didn’t know what to say. This kid in particular knew that I went to church, but he also knew that I didn’t act like I loved Jesus. I understood then that God was telling me to make a decision. I thought about the question for a split second before I answered: “Yes, I do.” That one question completely changed my life. I’ve been living for God ever since.
I’m not going to say that it’s easy. I’m not going to say that I’ve never had any doubts. I will admit that once I completely surrendered myself to God I’ve been able to experience some incredible things. I’ve seen God work miracles and it amazes me that he includes me in on it.
Now, I am undying.
That’s my story and it’s not over yet.
What’s yours?
