This is where it began for me as a believer. It was the summer 1973, and I was sitting in the back row of this beautiful church in the South. The choir was singing "The King is Coming." I was having my spiritual eyes open to the reality that Jesus was coming back and the believers would be swept away with Him into eternity. I began to realize the issue of sin in my own heart and that I needed to be saved. I left church that Sunday heavy, and that heaviness turned into strong conviction the following week. I could not as a 9 year old little girl, wait to get back to church the following Sunday to give my heart to Jesus.
I woke up the next Sunday, got myself dressed and walked to church by myself, meeting a friend half way who joined me on my journey to Pinecroft Baptist Church . I went to Sunday School which I loved, and couldn't wait to get into the main service to give my heart to Jesus. The Pastor preached and the invitation was given. I darted down that long isle and put my hand in the deacons hand and burst into tears as I proclaimed, "I want to be saved." He was elderly and gentle, and led me in the sinners prayer.
The weight of sin rolled off my heart, and I knew my name was written in the Lambs Book of Life. It was like I became all new and clean and free at the same time. I became very aware that I was not alone and the presence of God was tangible. I have never felt Him leave or abandon me. He is always there, and I have been forever free.