When I was twelve, I stood in front of the church with other kids from my class on Easter Sunday and declared that I was a sinner in need of a savior and that Jesus died on the cross to take away my sins. I don’t know if anyone else in that group felt the weight of that decision, but as I said words of faith, I felt my heart get lighter, and I swear, the colors in the room got brighter. I experienced RESCUE, with a capital “R.”
Right after that, I went to church camp. The place was not beautiful, with concrete buildings and hardly a blade of grass. There were ants in the dirt, ticks in the beds, and leaches in the river where we swam. Oh my! But I remember a lesson that was given. The leader said that we now had Jesus living inside us, so we could talk to Him, and He would answer us. I tried it. It worked! I have never doubted my faith because I can always take a minute and talk to Jesus. He is always present, waiting with His love for me to come to Him.
He is my friend, my helper, my father, my brother, and my husband. He is waiting for you to come to Him too!