I was saved the day before my 8th birthday. August 5th, 2006. I don’t remember being majorly troubled before this day, but it was always in the back of my mind that if the Lord came, I’d be left behind… and that always terrified me.

Mom and dad were gone to Ireland and we were staying at Grammie and Grampie Wallace’s. I was listening to a tape (I feel old now 😂) and one of the songs was “I’ll Fly Away”, and it hit me all at once, I wasn’t saved. I’d be left behind in my sins and there would be no hope for me after that.

I went upstairs and knew I needed to get this settled right then, because something else that scared me, was that the Lord might stop dealing with me. I asked Him to save me and realized that it was soo simple. That if I just believed that he died for ME, I wouldn’t be left behind and I wouldn’t have to go to hell.

So so simple. People always say it’s just like child-like faith, but that’s exactly what it was for me. I just believed Him, and he saved me. 😊♥️