2007-06-13 07:22:25 · 7 answers · asked by Tiffany R 2 in Society & Culture ➔ Religion & Spirituality
Actively fought Him for years, then started actually researching and finally made an intellectual and spiritual decision to accept Jesus as my Lord and Saviour. Fell to my knees and wept and asked Him to come into my life. No fireworks when it happened, but a feeling of rightness, like I'd come home and could finally stop fighting. And then 3 nights later He sent me a dream where I quoted Psalm 91, word for word, and I hadn't read it, or even heard of it. That told me beyond a shadow of a doubt it was really all real.
And since then, you don't feel it happening, but you realise you're gradually being changed, softened, from the inside. I don't know if we ever really *stop* having a salvation experience. We start this magial journey with Jesus, and it's more wondrous than the yellow brick road, and it will carry on going forever.
2007-06-13 07:34:00 · answer #1 · answered by Munchkin 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Toooooo long to put into words, but I was saved when I was 12. Lived for the Lord until I started living for myself. Failed miserably in my walk. Left God for about 6yrs. As God is faithful to get His own back, He did and now I have been walking with Him since. It involved an out of state move, a new job, new friends, total change for me to come back to Him. He knew the way, I didn't see it at the time.
2007-06-13 14:28:20 · answer #2 · answered by Mulereiner 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
It was wonderful !!!! My daughter and I gave our life to Christ together in our living room,, and I or her have never been the same !!! I am so Thankful... I now have the love,, Hope,,Joy of knowing that no matter what happens,, There is a higher force,, watching over me and my family,, I have someone I can turn to no matter what its about,, I know God understands and will do the right thing for me....
2007-06-13 14:30:52 · answer #3 · answered by dolphinchic 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I was five. I was in my bedroom with my mother. She helped me say a prayer that meant I was "saved". I don't think I understood anything other than I didn't want to "burn in hell" forever. I vaguely remember talking with the preacher in his office at the church about getting baptized. The only thing I remember about being baptized was that I wore my favorite dress and I swam to the preacher (legs kicking violently as all five year olds do when they swim) instead of walking through the water like I was supposed to. It all meant nothing to me other than it was something I was "supposed" to do.
2007-06-13 14:35:57 · answer #4 · answered by witch_chick_2003 3 · 0⤊ 1⤋
On the floor, on my hands and knees crying. No, more like sobbing. I was trying to beat a nasty drug addiction. I cried one word. MERCY. Not only was mercy given but grace, and the understanding of forgiveness. That was many years ago. Life is good. Please understand this had little to do with the Christian concept of God. It was far more.
2007-06-13 14:32:00 · answer #5 · answered by gone 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Seven days secluded in the High Sierras.
2007-06-13 14:27:07 · answer #6 · answered by Ray2play 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I haven't had one.
2007-06-13 14:27:43 · answer #7 · answered by Justsyd 7 · 0⤊ 1⤋