I love Jesus. Those of you who know me personally, know that. Those of you just stumbling across my blog, may not know that! I have been a Christian for as long as I can remember, and my faith is the most important thing in my life. I don’t have an extravagant testimony or a crazy journey about how I got there. I accepted Jesus “into my heart” when I was 3 1/2 years old. (Quick side note: I know, this might not fit into your views of how one becomes a Christian or is saved, but this is my story, and this is what I believe. I believe that at my young age, I still knew what it meant. I have grown by leaps and bounds since that day, but this is where my new life in Him began.)
My Mom wrote this in my baby book on March 13, 1989:
“What a special day this was! For weeks you had been asking a lot about asking Jesus into your heart, and for some reason I just didn’t feel I was ready to help you take that important step in your life. This day, however, early in the morning you asked me to pray with you to invite Jesus into your heart. I felt that I needed to have time alone with you to clearly explain the gospel, so you and I decided to wait to talk and pray after Tracy (my sister) went down for her nap. When that time came, I explained about God, sin, Jesus’ death, our need to believe and have faith and the need to grow once we’ve accepted Jesus. You listened very carefully and afterwards you decided you wanted to invite Jesus in. We prayed and I don’t think I’ve felt such joy ever before. Within a couple of minutes after you asked, “Is He in there yet?” 🙂 Praise the Lord for His mercy, grace and love!”
So, my Mom not only helped me as a leader in my faith (my Dad did as well, though I’m certain he didn’t write this story down in the baby book!), but she and my Dad decided that this “birthday” was just as important, if not more important than my regular birthday. Every year, on March 13th, I celebrate my “spiritual birthday”! When we were little, we would have a birthday dinner and dessert (complete with a singing of “happy birthday”) and we would receive a present from my parents that was something faith-related…a book, or CD or something along those lines. Something that we could use to help us continue to grow in our faith.
This past weekend, I received a birthday card from my Mom and Dad, who still to this day celebrate mine and my sisters’ spiritual birthdays and I realized that this would be a really great idea to share with all my fellow mom-readers. How special would it be to celebrate that wonderful day when your children first believed with each of them? This is something that I hope to do with both Madalyn and Gavyn, when they are ready to make that step in their lives. In the meantime, I continue to pray that they both learn to love and have a faith that is stronger than I alone could ever teach them to have. I hope that Madalyn and Gavyn see that the purpose in all of this crazy thing called life, is to be all about Him.
I am forever grateful for parents that nurtured my faith from the day I was born and still continue to do so. I wouldn’t be where I am today if it was not for them. My heart is full of love and gratitude for both my Dad and Mom, and I only hope to show my own children the same type of strong faith.
I hope you can find a way to celebrate these special milestones of faith with your own children that they might realize how important Jesus is, whether they are three or twenty-three! Because, trust me, they won’t forget.
P.S. Gavyn gets his Doc Band off tomorrow — WOOHOO! I will post the “official” before and after pictures here when we get them!