As many kids in the south, I was raised in Church. When I was around 8 or 9 years old, I knew that some of the things I was doing were wrong. Even at that young age, I felt like that I was not a good person. There were times when I would be scared and I had a fear of what was going to happen when I died. I can remember waking up in the middle of the night, hearing the train whistle as it came down the tracks near Highway 411, thinking that the Lord was coming back and that the world and my life had ended.
On Sunday morning Sep. 14, 1980 at ten years old, I had a life-changing experience. I asked Jesus to forgive me of my sins and to save me. He did! I was so excited to tell everyone what Jesus had done for me. My fears were now gone! Now when I hear a train whistle I rejoice and smile, knowing I’m no longer a slave to sin and its penalty.
Romans 8:1
There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.
Many years have passed and I’ve not always made the best decisions, but God has always been there for me, always faithful just as He promised. I still have that assurance of Heaven when I die. I’ve also gained a forever friend that always listens, helps me with hard times, through every decision big or small.
It’s wonderful to have direction and peace from The One who knows what’s best for me.
