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I have had the privilege to be raised in a lovely, Christian home. My
parents are both Christians, and because of that, and the way
they lived, I  assumed that I, too, was a Christian, and would
automatically make Heaven my home when I died.

However, Jesus Christ has said that the only way to Himself
and the Father, is through Him.

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"I am the way, the truth, and the life:
no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."
John 14:6

This realization of the truth didn't enter into my thinking, until
one hot summer day in 1973, when I was reading a book in my
bedroom, and in the story the main character was leading her
friend to Jesus, and explaining how to be saved. Suddenly, it
dawned upon me; I wasn't ready!

By that, I mean that if Jesus would return that day, I would be
left behind. All my life, I had been taught that the Rapture,
or the return of our Lord, would happen sooner or
later. I used to look into the sky, looking out my bedroom window
when I was a little girl, and wonder if Jesus would be coming
that day!

It never had happened, and as a little child I believed I was ready.
But I hadn't trusted in Jesus completely; I didn't know what it meant,
until that moment, when I was reading my book. I closed it, and knelt
by my bed. I knew what I had to do. I was all alone; the rest of my
family was outside. I prayed a simple prayer, that was full of
trust and faith.

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I simply asked Jesus to forgive me of my sin, and come into my
heart and my life. I asked Him to change me, and make me
over anew. In a few moments, I felt better. I didn't feel any
different, but I knew I had done the right thing. Later that evening
I was trying to get to sleep, and I prayed, and asked my new
Friend to let me feel "something". I had heard so much
about how others had been filled with joy when they were
saved. I wanted to feel that same joy and happiness.

After I asked, I was immediately filled with such a peace, like
I had never felt before in my life. I knew everything was all right then.
I had not been a great sinner; but I was a "brat" as a child. I had lied
and done other little things that were wrong. But that was enough
to make me a sinner.

I have never regretted that moment. It was the right time for me
to give my life to the Lord, because one month later, I entered
high school, where I had no friends for most of Grade 8.
Without Jesus helping me each step of the way, I don't know
what would have become of me. But He was closer than a
brother. (see Proverbs 18:24)

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It's been many years since that day, but my Saviour has
only become sweeter and more precious to my soul.
I don't know where I'd be without Him!

He lead me through high school, through six years in the business
world, through twenty five happy years of marriage, through
eighteen years of motherhood, and up to this present moment!

"The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea,
I have a goodly heritage."
Psalm 16:6

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Copyright LH Houben
2014

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