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My Biggest Blessing

"Jesus told him, 'I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."
John 14:6

I know, I know, it's been a month and a half since my last post. The big day of my first half marathon is tomorrow, but instead of focusing on my nervousness and excitement, I want to share the most wonderful news a parent ever gets to share. On October 23, 2013, our sweet son asked Jesus into his heart! 

It was after church and AWANA on a Wednesday night. Jack and I were laying in his bed reading stories and had just finished a Bible chapter in the Jesus Storybook Bible. (If you haven't seen or read this children's Bible, look it up! It's amazing and I think it directly affected Jack's understanding of salvation!) After reading about Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, the next chapter was about Jesus dying on the cross. Jack flipped over and saw a picture of Jesus carrying the cross and he told me, "Mom, Jesus died to take our sins away. I want Jesus to take MY sins away." 

I have to admit, I was in a little bit of shock. For the last several months, Jack has been asking many questions about salvation and sin. He has been able to explain to us in detail who Jesus is, why he died, and what sin is. But I wasn't expecting him to put everything together and realize his need for salvation at such a young age. 

I told Jack that Jesus would take his sins away if he asked. The next moment was the sweetest and most precious moment of my life. He closed his little eyes and said, "I love you God. Will you take my sins away? Will you come into my heart and save me?" 

I know a lot of people question whether or not young children truly understand what it means to be saved. But, Jack has such faith. He understood God's plan for salvation and accepted it. 

So while I do have a big day ahead tomorrow, it's still nowhere near as exciting as the day my only son accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior! Praise the Lord!

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