My parents both served in the United States Air Force so we moved around a lot to many different duty stations. At one point, we ended up stationed at Hill AFB in Utah. We were renting a place across from a church that was building an addition. They would start hammering and working early on Saturdays. Anyhow, we ended up going to this church. I was attending Sunday School one morning when the teacher explained about Hell and told us we were sinners and that Jesus had died in our place. I realized that I was a sinner worthy of eternity away from Christ and unable to pay for my own sins. I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior when I was 7 years old. I was baptized just two weeks later.
I was nine years old when I realized I needed to get saved and I asked my Mom to pray with me. When I was 16 and I lived with my foster parents, my foster Dad is a pastor, I began to question my salvation. Mostly because I had heard some speakers who had stressed knowing exactly when you were saved. I knew how old I was and that I had been baptized but not the exact date. I talked with my foster mom and she shared with me that she had a similar experience. She then went through scripture with me and helped to me gain assurance of my faith.
I was saved when I was six years old on Mother’s Day in 2012. I had been in KIDS 4 TRUTH at church and my Mom always helped me memorize all my verses. She also shared with me how Jesus died for me so that my sins would be forgiven and I would go to Heaven when I died if I prayed and accepted His forgiveness and asked him to save me. On that Mother’s Day, I woke up and got in bed with my Mom and told her I wanted to get saved. She talked with me and made sure that I understood what it meant to get saved. Then we prayed and I accepted Jesus as my Saviour. I was so excited and ran out and told my Dad right away.