By Claire
I'd love to tell you the story of my salvation, even though it's pretty much pure vanilla. I was fortunate enough to be raised by Christian parents and had Christian grandparents as well.
Apparently I was quite a liar as a small child. I can actually remember some of the lies I told, mostly to keep from getting punished for something I'd done.
One evening at age 5, I remember feeling guilty about something (the actual incident I can't remember). When my mom was putting me to bed, she had the insight to realize that I was bothered by something and explained God's love and forgiveness.
Since I'd been surrounded by Bible stories all my short life, it was an easy thing to accept Christ's love. I remember kneeling and praying with her and that was that.
She encouraged me to tell our pastor the next week. When I saw his excitement, I realized that what I had done was significant.
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