Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”
People often ask me at what point in my life I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior. I am sure my answer is often disappointing because I had no eartshaking or near-death experience that brought me to my faith. Because my parents were Christian, strong in their beliefs, I have known about Jesus and felt close to him as far back as I can recall. I remember sitting in Sunday school, looking up at pictures of Jesus holding a little child and wishing with all my heart that I could be that child sitting on Jesus’ knee.
I guess you could say that my faith was given to me by my parents the day I was born and has evolved over the years. Their gift is definitely a “gift that keeps on giving.” Through my study of God’s word, I have made my faith the foundation for the many decisions I have had to make in my life. Faith is my rock – immovable, unshakeable, unchangeable – that one thing I have been able to depend on and trust completely during the dark and tough times inevitable in life.
Although I am now in my later years, I know I am still a child of God, one of little children Jesus still calls to and holds close.