There has been always something missing. My husband would always encourage me to read the Bible so that I could know God. But even with reading the emptiness was still there. I had prayed the sinner’s prayer hundreds of times over the years but never felt a peace in my heart. Finally one of my friends told me, “There is a big difference between praying the sinners prayer for fear of hell and  praying for Christ to be Lord of your life.” This hit me like a ton of bricks.

I needed to settle this once and for all so I went to First North and met with the women’s counselor and I nailed down my salvation. This meant believing Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sins, was buried and rose again, admitting I was a sinner, and asking Jesus to be Lord of my life. The next church service, when the invitation was given, I didn’t feel any need to pray the prayer. It had been settled.