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“Because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved (Romans 10:9, ESV).
The day I first asked Jesus into my heart was like no other. It was a warm summer night where the air was crisp, but the temperatures still soared into the mid-80s. Waiting for my dad to get off of the second shift, I stayed up late into the evening. By midnight, he’d made his way home and we settled into a routine round of Ratchet and Clank on the PlayStation.
Around 2:30 that morning, the best moment of my time spent with my dad wasn’t winning the battle on the screen, but conquering the battle in my heart. Dad asked me if I wanted to ask Jesus into my heart, and when I said yes, I could barely contain the excitement. I still remember asking him: “Should I wait until morning to tell mom?” But he urged me to burst into the room and wake her up, encouraging she definitely wouldn’t be mad.
The next day, I sat in the church pews bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I don’t know how eight-year-old me used to function on so little sleep, but I did. When my mom announced to the congregation that I got saved, praises erupted in loud shouts and the clapping of hands. I’d accepted Jesus as my Savior and Lord.
But as I think back on that moment as a now 29-year-old woman, I realize that much has changed since I got saved that sweet summer evening. While my faith is still ever-developing and my fellowship with the Lord grows sweeter day by day, I have to confess: The path hasn’t been easy.
Since getting saved, I’ve faced immense trauma, abuse, and mental and physical health struggles. Like many other kids who get saved young, I’ve realized that loving Jesus doesn’t prevent bad things from happening to good people. But having Jesus as my Savior and Lord means I have the strength to keep going.
In some ways, I wish I could possess the wide-eyed wonder of faith I had as a child. It seemed so easy to believe in God, pray, and receive. Yet, as I’ve grown older, I’ve become accustomed to noticing the bleak harshness of this world that’s not yet our home. I’m often wearied, worn, and exhausted, left wondering if anyone else feels this way.
I know that Jesus Christ is my Savior. I believe that He was born as a baby, lived 33 years on earth, and was crucified for my sins. I confess that I am a sinner and need Him to purify me and make me whole. I know there is no other way to Heaven, and it’s by a personal and intimate relationship with Jesus that I am saved and will inherit an eternal life I don’t deserve. I’ve known that since I got saved, and it’s remained true now. Admitting that Jesus is your Savior requires us to humble ourselves and our need for someone beyond ourselves. But declaring Jesus as your Lord is a bit more tricky.
