Sweet Sixteen

Sixteen years ago, I was riding home with my dad when he saw a garage sale.  Now, my dad can pick up some good stuff at garage sales -- he stopped at this one of course, and I stayed in the car while he hunted for a bargain.  He found one: a little-used Precious Moments Bible for a dime.  He hopped in and handed it to me, and as we drove off, I decided it was time . . . time to make Jesus my Savior, ask Him to forgive my sins.

I still have that Bible, near tatters now, and I still have my faith, no longer so simple, but richer for its years of practice.  It's been a long journey since that day, walking with Him and learning what it means to be His.  I have let Him down more times than I care to think, but He has been faithful every moment.  I have doubted, pouted, and complained, but never once have I regretted my childhood decision.  And I never will, for I know the Author of truth, my Father, my Friend, my Lover and my King!

"Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ,

 and you will be saved . . ."

Acts 16:31