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When did you give your life to Jesus? How did He reach out to you? What was your first response?
Growing up in a Christian home, I've been very blessed. However, I can specifically remember a time when I asked Jesus into my heart.
Laying on the top bunkbed, I stared at the ceiling wondering about death. Why on earth would a four-almost five-year old be wondering about death? Maybe it was because my baby sister had recently died due to a premature birth. I don't remember all the specifics. Just lying on my bunkbed, staring at the ceiling, thinking of my sister, remembering AWANA verses, sleeping at peace, waking up, telling my mom, marking a cross on the calendar, and most importantly that I had given my life to Christ.
Even though I was saved at a young age and it may seem like my testimony isn't anything amazing, it is. It is amazing that He would die for me. That I didn't and don't deserve it, but He loves me so much that while I was still a sinner He died for me. That is the amazing love of my Savior.