The last few days journal-ing have been really personal, not something I wanted to post on a public forum. But I actually had a life illuminating realization the other day that I thought I would share.
I received Christ as my savior when I was 5 in Mrs. King's kindergarten Sunday school class at First Baptist (downtown Salem if you were curious). As I have grown up I wondered at times if I was actually saved, did I actually commit my life to Christ, did I know enough to do that? So many questions that I was unsure of my salvation...which is not a comfortable spot to be in.
But then I read again, for who knows how many times I've read it before, Mark 10. Where Christ is accepting the children to Him and admonishes the adults for holding them back. “…Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it” (Mark 10:14,15 NIV).
When I was 5 I accepted my salvation for what it was, a gift. I didn't' have to understand it, I just knew I had it and I accepted it. It wasn't until I had grown in age and wisdom of the world that I began to question my salvation. The world cannot understand the gracious gift from God. But a child can because they don't question the gift or the giver. They just accept.
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