On August 14th, 2003, probably between 8:30 & 9:00 p.m., I was saved. A moment before salvation occurred, I was lost without Jesus in my heart. And a split second later, there He took his abode, and I am so thankful that He has never left. It really is hard to fathom that it has been fourteen years since that beautiful evening on the left side of the altar at Durham Springs Church. Was salvation what I expected it to be? No. I believe as a child I had this image in my head that being saved was going to be this explosive thing that everyone could attest to being a part of. However, when I was on that old bench, not even knowing how to pray or what to say, I just remember the simplicity of it all. Yes, I was surrounded by the sweetest of people, pouring out their hearts on my behalf. But in that precious moment, it was just a simple conversation between me and Jesus. I didn't see a bright light, I didn't have this overwhelmin...
Sharing my simple "joys" of life