This morning I gave my middle son the opportunity to ask Jesus to live in his heart as his Lord and Savior. He excitedly accepted the offer. He said his little prayer, and all of heaven sang a song of rejoicing over his little born-again spirit entering his body.
My oldest son couldn’t remember that he had already accepted Jesus into his heart when he was young, so he decided he’d like to say the prayer again, and re-dedicate his life to Jesus.
I’m so thankful that Jesus has been with me since I was a child. I’m thankful for so many reasons, one of the biggest reasons for my grateful heart is that I’ve been able to raise my children to know Jesus since they were wee little ones. They are growing up in a world where Jesus is sometimes hard to see in the people around us, but they are always able to find Jesus at home. That makes my heart sing.