Day 14 - Your earliest memory.
to be honest, i’m not sure what my exact first memory is, but most of my most vivid early memories were at church. i remember bible study and arts and crafts and singing and doing hand motions along with the songs. both my parents were on the worship team, so i lived and breathed church. i remember sitting in the very front pew, watching them practice as i sang along to all the songs. the church was also huge, so some of the other kids of the worship team parents and i would run around and play hide-and-seek in that enormous building. i loved those moments so very much.
anyways, my earliest memory and also, my most favorite memory, was that of me becoming a Christian.
the Christmas before i turned 5, there was a Christmas fair at that same church. i remember being there with my mom, my little brother in the stroller next to me. they had little booths set up and i was making my way from one to the next, making all kinds of different crafts. who knew that one of those crafts, a salvation bracelet
would help lead the way in me making the most important decision of my life.
a few months later, in april, i was asking my mom about the bracelet and she explained the different colors to me:
black represents our sin, separating us from God.
red represents the blood Jesus shed in place of our eternal suffering.
white represents our purity after accepting that blood as salvation.
green represents growing with God throughout the rest of our life.
gold represents the eternity of glory we will spend with Him after this life is over.
i remember it vividly, her showing me each color. i remember somehow knowing that no other words were so important. i remember that i knew that i loved God.
after she explained the bracelet to me, i began asking her questions about God and Jesus and the disciples. for some reason, i remembered asking her about peter and being extremely fascinated by him.
in the middle of this conversation, the phone rang and my mom excused herself to get it. i ran into my room, closed the door and went straight for my closet. i knew what i had to do and i wanted to make sure i did it right. i knelt beside the pink dress-up chest in my closet and prayed to Jesus, asking him to “come into my heart.”
i waited in my room, listening for the moment my mom hung up the phone and then ran out to tell her. i don’t remember what i said or even what she said in return, but i remember her eyes filling with tears and her arms wrapping around me in a huge hug.
since that moment, my life has never been the same. my heart and soul have since revolved around His thoughts, desires, and purposes for my life. not to say that it’s always been easy because it hasn’t. and definitely not to say that i have loved Him as i should, because i can’t. but i have always been aware of His hovering. never has a moment passed when He has not crossed my mind. my longing to know Him better and more deeper has never ceased. and my knowledge of His love for me only increases that much more every single day.
anyways, my earliest memory and also, my most favorite memory, was that of me becoming a Christian.
the Christmas before i turned 5, there was a Christmas fair at that same church. i remember being there with my mom, my little brother in the stroller next to me. they had little booths set up and i was making my way from one to the next, making all kinds of different crafts. who knew that one of those crafts, a salvation bracelet
would help lead the way in me making the most important decision of my life.
a few months later, in april, i was asking my mom about the bracelet and she explained the different colors to me:
black represents our sin, separating us from God.
red represents the blood Jesus shed in place of our eternal suffering.
white represents our purity after accepting that blood as salvation.
green represents growing with God throughout the rest of our life.
gold represents the eternity of glory we will spend with Him after this life is over.
i remember it vividly, her showing me each color. i remember somehow knowing that no other words were so important. i remember that i knew that i loved God.
after she explained the bracelet to me, i began asking her questions about God and Jesus and the disciples. for some reason, i remembered asking her about peter and being extremely fascinated by him.
in the middle of this conversation, the phone rang and my mom excused herself to get it. i ran into my room, closed the door and went straight for my closet. i knew what i had to do and i wanted to make sure i did it right. i knelt beside the pink dress-up chest in my closet and prayed to Jesus, asking him to “come into my heart.”
i waited in my room, listening for the moment my mom hung up the phone and then ran out to tell her. i don’t remember what i said or even what she said in return, but i remember her eyes filling with tears and her arms wrapping around me in a huge hug.
since that moment, my life has never been the same. my heart and soul have since revolved around His thoughts, desires, and purposes for my life. not to say that it’s always been easy because it hasn’t. and definitely not to say that i have loved Him as i should, because i can’t. but i have always been aware of His hovering. never has a moment passed when He has not crossed my mind. my longing to know Him better and more deeper has never ceased. and my knowledge of His love for me only increases that much more every single day.
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