I danced in the aisle of our church because I could not contain the joy, and at seven it was okay to dance in church. Plus I went to an Assembly of God church so it was okay for adults to dance in the aisle too.
Since then I’ve heard pastors and other Christians say that you know that moment. Your life changes in that blink of an eye. Not your situation in life, but the you in your life changes. One day you are a sinner, and the next day you are forgiven. Even at seven years old.
Of course you still sin. No one is perfect. But there is something different about you. I can feel that. I can remember that change, that shift of being one thing and then being another. I don’t even know any other way to explain it. If you haven’t experienced it then there is no way to know what I mean.
We talk to our kids about Jesus. We only go to church off and on, mostly for personal reasons that I don’t want to get into in this post, but we talk to our children about our faith and our beliefs. David and I both believe that Jesus is the son of God and that He died for our sins on the cross so that we go to Heaven when we die. We both believe that the only way to get to Heaven is to believe that Jesus Christ is our Savior, to profess that belief, and to ask Jesus into our hearts so that we can be forgiven of our sins. That’s what we teach our kids.
Cady has always been a special kid. She was our miracle baby, and there has always just been something about her that is different. At four years old, in a very serious manner, she asked me about Jesus and about going to Heaven and she said a prayer to ask Jesus to come into her heart and be with her forever. I didn’t give her the words. I just told her what I believed. I didn’t even tell her to say the prayer. She did it all on her own.
At the time I thought that she was too young. I thought she was doing something that I was just talking to her about and that she didn’t really understand the full implication of what she was doing. I was wrong.
The other day we were sitting and talking about something, I don’t even remember what, when she brought Jesus up again. She said, “Mom I know that Jesus lives in my heart. I asked him to come in there and I know that he’s there.” Then I knew. Three years ago when she said that prayer she meant it with all of her little heart. She did understand what she was doing and she meant every single word.
This weekend she was staying with my mom and they were talking about something personal in my mom’s life (Cady and Mom have some pretty deep discussions sometimes). Mom said Cady looked at her and said, “Nana, we are going to pray about this and I know that God is going to help you. I believe that He has something really special for you and I’m going to pray about it.”
Because that’s what we do at home. When we are going through a hard time, or even a good time, we pray. We ask God for help when we need it and we thank God every day for the blessings in our lives. If there is only one lesson my kids learn from me THIS is the one I want them to learn.
I have never been more proud to be a mother.
Note: I know all people have different beliefs. I don’t judge other people for what they believe or hold them up to my standard. That’s not my place. I don’t believe in Bible bashing. I believe that God leads us down the path that HE wants us to follow and not all of our paths are the same.