All my life, I have grown up in a Christian home. My parents took me to church every Sunday, and I attended a Christian school all throughout childhood. I thought myself to be on my way to Heaven because of a prayer I had prayed at my church when I was seven years old. However, it was not until a few years later that I understood the true implications of following Christ. When I repeated “the prayer” that Sunday morning at the age of seven, I did not completely understand what I was doing. I knew that I did not want to go to Hell, but I did not fully understand the meaning of asking Jesus to come into my life. As a result, my life was not changed. As the years went on, I began to doubt my relationship with Christ; I was not sure if I should continue to rely on that prayer I had said when I was seven. I did not feel like I had a strong passionate relationship with Christ. Consequently, at the age of thirteen, as I was lying in my bed one night, I realized my true need of the Savior. That night, I recommitted my life to Christ and made assurance of my relationship with Him. Since that day, my life has changed. I know that I can never repay Him for what He has done for me on the cross; however, I do know that He deserves for my life to glorify Him.
