I hope you are having a wonderful weekend! A few of you have already responded with your personal story on how you were saved. I’m eager to hear from more of you! You can reach me by email at see hope @ comcast. net and we’ll get your salvation testimony posted here soon!
I promised I would go first. I grew up listening to people give fantastic stories of being on drugs, alcohol, abused as a child, and God met them. I used to wonder if I had a testimony at all! As an adult I realize that being loved and nurtured in a Christian home is a grand testimony, too. And that’s the story I want to give you here.
When I was three and four years of age my father came home in the afternoon and I always zoomed over to the door and wildly hugged him, pulling him to the couch saying, “Come on, Daddy, let’s talk about important things.”
Dad admitted being tired and not always up to my big discussions. My mother often told me, “Sis, let your father get in the door first.” Yet these times were the delight of his heart and even in my adult years he’d ask me over the phone once in a while, “Well, Sis, do you want to come over and talk about important things?” Then he’d laugh warmly.
My parents and Sunday School teachers always talked about getting saved when I was three and four years of age. I remember thinking, “If getting saved is so great and going to hell is so awful, how come nobody’s asked me if I’m saved yet?”
I honestly began to think that no one really cared a whole lot about me. I was frustrated with the adults in my world who made general appeals but never looked me in the eye and invited me to come to Jesus. I waited and waited and waited for someone to ask me personally if I wanted to get saved. No one ever did.
Finally, I asked my mom if I could get saved. I remember feeling agitated that she wanted me to wait until my dad came home so he could pray with us, too.
I thought, “Boy, I’m never going to get saved.” (Dad may as well have been coming next month. An hour or two seems like a month or two to a little child.)
When Mom saw how eager I was, she knelt together with me and prayed with me at the couch. I remember I looked back and saw my grandmother, who lived with us, smiling affectionately at the scene before her. I was a happy girl!