I was 5 years old when I told my Dad that I wanted to be saved. He didn’t really expect me to want to be saved for another year or so, but we talked and I thought I had been saved. For 5 years I thought I had been saved, but at camp this year I was saved.
We were at worship one night and I couldn’t be still. My Dad was telling me to be still over and over again, but I couldn’t because I felt something on my heart. When it came time for the invitation I told my Dad “I don’t think I was ready before.” So I talked with a Centri-Kid staff member and I was saved. That night I had the biggest smile on my face.