I'm sure there will be several blog posts today asking, "Where were you when the world stopped turning, that September day?" But today I'm going to take it back even further...thirteen years earlier. Twenty five years ago I made the biggest decision of my life. I asked Jesus into my heart--FOR-EV-ER (now you're thinking about Sandlot, come back...)
I was little...4 months from turning 4 years old. My dad wasn't home and my mom had chosen to read me a children's tract...it was actually the one pictured above and you can still buy them here. She read it to me and I felt the urgency...I needed to become a Christian RIGHT THEN. My mom encouraged me to wait until my dad came home so he could be a part of it, but I demanded it must happen then (I mean, after all, what if I died before my dad got home!?)
Right there in our hallway in Tennessee, I said the sinner's prayer and forever joined the family of Believers. I'm so grateful my mom "let me" pray that prayer.
(How does this relate to my blog, you ask!?)
Everyday my son gets a little older and understands a little more. His receptive language blows my mind! And I'm realizing I'm the Christian that he hangs out with EVERY DAY. The things I expose him to and my behavior shape his view of Christians. Wow, a privilege and what pressure!
I've been having fun seeking out Christian kids' music, DVDs, and even recalling kid-friendly prayers my family use to say at the dinner table.
Is there something special you remember from your childhood that helped shape your heart as a Christian today?