I don’t have an overly spectacular Salvation story (or at least, that’s what I once thought). I’ve always been what you might call a “good girl.” I grew up in the church. My parents displayed a very real faith to me, so it was easy to accept it as my own. I’ve loved Jesus for as long as I can remember. There have been significant times through the years where I’ve had to chose to deepen my relationship with the Lord, chose to spend time in prayer and Bible study, and chose to turn my back on certain temptations. Life is full of such choices, isn’t it?
At one time I was ashamed at my lack of a testimony, ashamed that I didn’t have a better story to tell. But you know what? It’s mine. And I’ve surely been blessed. I’ve been blessed that, for one still so relatively young, I’ve had a personal relationship with Jesus for so many years. What a sweet road it has been! Yes, there have been horrible times of trial, but Jesus has always been right there beside me, comforting me with His presence time and again.
I’m now thankful that my “guilty garments” were removed at such a young age. And I pray that the same is true for my daughter as well. I’d hate for her to have to accept Jesus as her Savior the hard way. Until that day comes for her, I’ll be praying ever so fervently on her behalf. Because I can’t imagine life everlasting without those I love the most.