The Call On My Life... the first call

I was a little girl. Three years old. This was the first time I felt God move in my heart and knew (to some degree) what it was. I remember my parents talking with Andrew (Andrew is my brother) as he made the decision to pray and ask Jesus into his heart. I remember knowing that it was a really important decision, and feeling like crying when he did that. I wanted to do it, too, but I was too shy to ask right away. Two days later I mustered up my little girl courage, and asked if I could “do what Andrew did.”

Mom and dad didn’t understand what I meant right away, but when they figured it out, my parents prayed with me a “repeat after me” prayer. So what did this mean for my life? Can a little girl really make a decision that impacts her soul? Was it something that could really change my little three year old life?

I was too young to understand all that it meant to be a Christian, but I did know who Jesus was, and that I needed him. Of course, what that would mean practically for my life wouldn't be understood until I actually lived my life, moment by moment. In a class I took a few years ago from an incredible man with profound insight into humanity and the God who created humanity, our professor, Tim Colborne, shared with us a quote: "You can only give as much as you know of yourself to as much as you know of God." I don't know who said this, but I believe it is true. At three, I could give all I knew of myself to the God that I knew. Naturally, this relationship has grown with me, day by day.

As I grew in wisdom and stature I took what I learned about God very seriously and asked a lot of serious questions. I wanted to understand better the decision I had made. This decision, made with a 3 year old heart, set my life in a direction... one that I would need to question and evaluate for the rest of my life. My life has been defined by that moment I first heard God call.

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