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A Moment That Will Last a Lifetime


The boys and I hopped in the car after Jackson's Martial Arts class and headed out to get cheeseburgers. Daddy was working late so the boys and I decided to have a carpet picnic. On our way to get our gourmet meal, Jack asked me why some people pray before bed. We started discussing how we can talk to God anywhere anytime. He asked how God hears us and I let him know that God hears us because He is everywhere; He is in our hearts.

In true Jackson fashion he asked, "Well, how does God get in my heart? What if He wants out?" I began talking to him about Jesus and he cut me off explaining that Jesus died on the cross so He could live in our hearts. I continued the conversation asking him if he ever accepted Jesus into his heart and if he really knew what that meant. He said no but that he wanted to. So, we discussed sin and what it means and why Jesus had to die as a sacrifice for us.

As I was frantically trying to get to Whataburger so I could park and talk to him, he continued to probe me with some fairly deep questions that I didn't know if I could answer. Once I finally parked, I jumped out of the car and rushed to the back seat. He and I sat eye to eye as I explained to him once more what it meant to accept Jesus as his Lord and Savior. He was able to explain to me what that meant and was ready to pray the prayer.

With his little brothers watching, Jack and I folded our hands together and we prayed the sinners prayer. I tried to make it through without crying. Afterward, I hugged him and explained to him that he now had the Holy Spirit dwelling within that would help guide him on his faith journey. He thought that was pretty cool. He also sang a little song that I thankfully got on my phone about asking God into his heart so that he could go to Heaven.

Life stopped during this moment. Time stood still. I heard nothing but the sound of my son's sweet voice making the decision of a lifetime. He is only four and a half years old. I am sure we will continue to discuss his faith and he will have more choices to make as he grows, matures, and becomes his own person. However, he has begun to build a solid foundation for his life. For that, I couldn't be more thankful or proud.

I will never forget this day!

Comments

Carly Peters said…
That is so awesome! I heard Gavin just did the same thing. What a huge blessing for the both of you. You are a great Mom. Miss you all!
Becca said…
What a very special moment for you both!
missy said…
Oh Meg~
I am so incredibly proud and amazed that Jack asked Jesus into his heart....it must be one of the most wonderful feelings in the world to know that you and Scott have been doing everything right! Brovo Mommy!! And hopefully this is just what you needed to get your bloggy toes wet again :).....I've missed your beautiful writing and encouraging words, friend!

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