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  1. I was raised halvsies. My Mom was religious, my Dad was not. So the most church I experienced as a child was a once a week bible study. (That I hardly ever sat in on, instead I played outside with the rest of the kids.)
    My Mom still taught me scripture verses and Bible stories though. So I knew who God was. I prayed to Him tried to be a good girl.
    Then, when I was about ten years old, I began hearing Him whisper to me at night, He was saying it was time for me to give my LIFE to him. He wanted me to be fully dedicated.
    For several days, I’d just think in my head. “Okay, okay.I am yours. Do what you want with me.”
    But I wouldn’t say it out loud. My mouth just felt… sealed. It was very hard to talk about it.
    Finally, one night, I gathered up the courage and faith to say aloud, “Okay.”
    Then this peace blossomed from inside of me so strongly I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t a magical feeling, I just somehow KNEW that He was pleased with me.
    Then He told me to get rid of some of my New Age stuff I was starting to dabble in. He didn’t like it, or it’s gobbling up of my time.
    I hopped out of bed and immediately went and trashed the stuff. (Deep in the trashcan so nobody would know)
    And from there our relationship began.It was a couple years before I gathered up the courage to admit that I wanted to be baptized. (I had already done it back when I was 7, I’m not sure why.)
    And sometime in those early years His Spirit slipped into me. Quietly, like my conversion. I guess that’s just the way He likes to work with me. 🙂

    1. Natasha Metzler says:

      Loved reading this, Jessiqua! Isn’t it beautiful how He quietly, gently works in our hearts?

  2. I am not brave enough to share my whole story just yet (which is 6 pages long) but I have a shorter version on my blog. Basically I grew up in the church and thought I understood God. Then some kids who had only been exposed to God through me and my friends started asking me questions that I didn’t have the answers to. I spent three years reading the Bible from cover to cover and was finally at peace and mature in my faith. …..and then I had a baby. I struggled with wrong and right and what was fair for a little while. I think it was the devil trying to get at me through PPD. My child is three years old now and I am unwavering in my faith, and curious to see where God takes me to next.

    1. Natasha Metzler says:

      Loved reading your testimony, Symanntha. It is beautiful.

  3. I gave my heart to God at 23…the man who is now my husband invited me to church. A second floor rehearsal studio in the middle of Hells Kitchen NYC. I had never known the sweet peace of God but gravitated to it like a hungry toddler. Face and hands in bowl – lapping up every bit of its goodness. Satisfying and regenerating my malnourished spirit – I feasted.
    ” I love to remember what The Lord has done for me”…so goes a song we used to sing at service. Thanks for this love to remember moment!

    1. Natasha Metzler says:

      Oh, what a beautiful testimony!
      Thank you so much for sharing. <3

  4. Denielle Bailey says:

    I was just shy of 6 years old…and I remember walking up front during invitation…and going with my pastors wife into their livingroom (our church used to be in their house) and she led me to the Lord. I had grown up there…and I’m still there and Praise God, my 6 year old daughter has accepted Christ as well 🙂

    1. Natasha Metzler says:

      What a beautiful testimony!! And how exciting that your daughter is following in the legacy you have provided for her.

      Thank you for sharing!!

  5. I was reborn less than four weeks after my human birth. The Holy Spirit gave me faith and came into my heart when I was just a tiny baby, too small to understand what was happening–but not too small to be saved by Jesus. Because Jesus does the saving; it’s not about anything I do or understand. I still don’t understand what it really means to have faith–God is too big for my understanding.

    It’s a miracle, baptism. God makes us his children kind of like our parents do–without us having any say in the matter. He loves us not because of anything we’ve done, but because we’re his children. And as our parents teach us as we grow, and as we come to realize, the older we get, how much they love us, so God does the same with us.

    Through His Word, taught to me by my parents, I learned how much Jesus loves me. As a small child I already had the understanding that whenever I died, I would go to heaven. And I looked forward to being with Jesus in heaven. I knew that I would go there because Jesus had died to take away my sins.

    God is constantly teaching me what it means to be forgiven. How to live as his child. How to accept, with thankfulness, the grace that I don’t deserve, but which he freely gives anyway.

    My salvation story isn’t about me, really, at all. It’s about Jesus, and what he did for me (in being born as a human, living for me, dying for me, rising for me). And what God still does for me–strengthening my faith through the Word and through his Body and Blood in Holy Communion. Building up my faith through the encouragement of my fellow believers. Reminding me, in little ways all the time, how much he loves me.

    (Natasha, I think I’m going to rewrite this a bit and use it as a blog post myself…now you’ve got me thinking, and the creative juices flowing!)

    1. Natasha Metzler says:

      My salvation story isn’t about me, really, at all. It’s about Jesus, and what he did for me

      Love this! So, so true. Thank you for sharing, Jamie!

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