Who would have thought that as I sat on the living room floor amidst a pile of laundry next to a fussy baby Ariani I would experience one of the most special moments of my life as a mom?
As I folded laundry, you were finishing your lunch in the kitchen. A peanut butter sandwich, some baby carrots, and a banana. And I heard your little voice say, “Mommy, I’m ready now. I’m ready to get saved.”
It came out of nowhere. We hadn’t been talking about it this morning at all. It came from your heart.
We have had so many conversations over the last six months, maybe longer. You have been so interested in learning about God - in class at church, at home during our family devotions, and during regular conversations when we talk about Him and how we want to live for Him. You have had all the pieces for some time, but it needed to be your choice.
So you told me you were ready and I held my breath. Is this really it? I thought. And I asked you what it means to be saved. You knew exactly what it meant. “It means I ask Jesus to forgive me for my sins and live in my heart,” you told me.
So we went through it all, one more time. You are a sinner. You know that. Your sin keeps you from God; it keeps you from heaven. You know that too. Jesus died to make a way for us to be with God eternally. You know that. You knew all of it. That you must place your trust in Christ to save you. That you must ask Him to “be the boss of your life” and “live in your heart.” We read the scriptures. You knew you were lost. You wanted to be saved.
So we prayed. A simple but earnest prayer. And you meant it. And you smiled. I asked you how you felt afterwards and you said you felt so happy. I asked you how your heart felt and you told me that it was happy and that it’s “not broken anymore.”
And I rejoiced. And cried just a little bit. And thanked God for my sweet girl and for the way He has forgiven you.
I can’t wait to worship Him with you for all of eternity!
