The image is embedded in my mind…
…the day my bedroom became a birth room.
I’m a visual person, so when I remember things, I see them. If I can’t see it, I probably don’t remember it. The farther back you go in my life, the fewer pictures I still have, but one of them I will never forget- or, I hope I never do.
At the age of five, kneeling at the side of my bed with my parents, I accepted God’s gift of salvation and became a child of God. Yes, I was young, but I had heard the gospel often, and I knew I was a sinner, and I knew that only God could forgive my sins because Jesus had paid for them.
Luke 18:16-17 says, “But Jesus called them to Him and said, ‘Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God. Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.'”
That was me on that night. I received “the kingdom of God as a little child” with my simple understanding of my sinfulness, God’s holiness, and God’s payment for my sin.
I accepted that gift, and in one instant, I was adopted and born again, all at once.
March 15, 1995. Forever embedded in my mind.
Forever embedded in His hand (John 10:28-29).
