So now that I knew I needed Jesus to save me, I had to pray for it. It wasn't difficult. And, yet, it was the most important prayer I ever prayed. The words, themselves, weren't important, but the message was everything. I told Him that I knew I was a sinner, that I needed His Grace to save me. I thanked Him for dying on the cross, that I might live eternally with Him in Heaven. I told Jesus that I accepted Him as my Savior and asked for guidance that I might grow closer to Him.
All this while still recovering from that aneurysm. And, in that time that started out so distressful, so full of anxiety; I was now calm, happy and no longer waiting for that other shoe to drop.
I had taken my first step. . . towards Jesus . . . who had been there all along with his arms outstretched, waiting for me.
Next step: Helping my husband find the peace I have found. Helping him find Jesus.
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