Five Minutes from the Heart: Story

Linking with the Gypsy Mamma, Lisa-Jo, this morning. Five minutes of writing, straight from the heart. Nothing overly corrected, nothing re-thought.

Today’s topic is story. So, here I go…

8:43 AM Start –

My story begins in 8th grade. I went to a private Christian school where we had a chapel service every Thursday morning. One regular Thursday morning we had a particularly touching speaker. So many students went forward during the alter call it made me wonder if I had ever really accepted Christ as my Lord and Savior. I had always been in church. I believed the Bible.

But was there a time when I actually ASKED Him to be part of my life, to take residence in my heart?

I pondered this though for the next few hours and during lunch I asked my best friend, Lisa, to go with my to the office so I could talk to Mr. Zeller and get this straight.

Mr. Zeller was a wonderfully caring teacher and administrator at our school. He was someone who I felt comfortable having this conversation with in a non-judgemental setting.  He was a very real and loving person. We spoke briefly, then he prayed with me.

I literally felt something lifting off my shoulder as he prayer. It was the most amazing experience of my life. It was the beginning of my story! Do you remember where your story began?

8:48 Stop!

If you question if your story ever began, you can start here with a prayer like this…

“Dear Lord, I admit that I am a sinner.  I have done things that don’t please you.  I have lived my life for myself.  I am sorry and I repent.  I ask you to forgive me.  I believe that you died on the cross for me, to save me.  You did what I could not do for myself.  I come to you now and ask you to take control of my life, I give it to you.   Help me to live every day in a way that pleases you.  I love you, Lord, and I thank you that I will spend all eternity with you. Amen.”


4 thoughts on “Five Minutes from the Heart: Story

  1. Oh, I love this story. That is what I experienced my sophomore year of high school. I realized that I didn’t have a relationship with Jesus. After that, I have never looked back. Beautiful post.

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