I grew up in a Christian home where we went to church every time the doors opened. I loved going to church. When I was 9 years old my Sunday School teacher, a precious lady named Willie Mullins taught me about how I, just like everyone, was a sinner and she said I needed to ask Jesus to come into my heart and save me. I knew I was a sinner and I knew about how Jesus died on the cross to pay for my sins and rose again on the third day. I knew it in my head but I didn’t know it in my heart.

After Mrs. Mullins planted that seed in my heart it was kind of all I could think about. I had this information but I didn’t know how to do anything about it. It bothered me so much that I was afraid to go to sleep at night because I knew that if I died without Jesus in my heart I would go to hell. One Sunday evening in church the preacher just kept talking about the importance of having Jesus in your heart. When he gave the invitation I wanted to go down to the front but I didn’t know what to say when I got there. Instead I just stood there and cried. My mother saw me crying and when we got home she asked if I needed to talk to her. All it took was her asking and I spilled my guts. The next day mother took me to talk with the pastor. He asked me if I knew I was a sinner and I said yes and I want Jesus to come into my heart and forgive my sins. The pastor lead me in a prayer where I asked Jesus to forgive my sins and come into my heart.

From that very moment I felt the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders. I knew Jesus had changed my life because I could laugh again and enjoy myself. Since that moment I’ve never been afraid to lay my head down at night. I knew that if were to die I would wake up in heaven with Jesus. My life hasn’t been perfect and I certainly haven’t but Jesus is always with me and when I sin He is always waiting with open arms to restore me to right standing with Him.