Priscilla Hennecy
I am seven years old. I have gone to Sunday School, church, Vacation Bible School, and AWANA all my life. So I have always been taught that Jesus died for my sins and rose again on the third day. (That was even one of my verses for AWANA). One day in Sunday school, my teacher taught us about the Devil. He was bad and would try to take me away from God. So I went home and asked my mom if I could ask Jesus into my heart. She and my dad were afraid that I was too little and that I didn’t know what I was doing. But I kept asking.
Finally, one day at lunch we were getting ready to eat and I said, “Can I please ask Jesus into my heart?” They asked me some questions and then let me pray my own prayer. I told Jesus that I was sorry that He had to die on that cross for me. I asked him to come into my heart and make me a Christian. Then I asked him to bless my PB&J sandwich.
My heart changed that day and still changes. I read my Bible, I share better, I tell other people about God, and I even helped a friend in Sunday School pray and ask Jesus into her heart.I love, love, love, love, love God!
Posted in I Grew Up in Church ,
July 1st, 2007 at 8:43 am
Priscilla, you have no idea what a blessing it is to your Nana’s heart to see your story on this website! I praise God for your life in Him and pray that He will continue to help you be fruitful for Him always. He is always with us and never forsakes us. What a great love!! Nana