Last Thursday began like most days. Toward the end of my quiet time with Jesus, my girls came into my bedroom in all their morning cuteness, blurry-eyed and hair a fright. We cuddled together for a moment before beginning our morning routine of showering, dressing, and the like.
My girls usually finish getting ready before I do, so they ran downstairs, busying themselves with coloring and drawing in the kitchen. Moments later, however, I heard Avery, my younger daughter, yell, “Mom, Ella poked me with a pencil!”
To which Ella replied, “But it wasn’t very hard!”
Really?!? I thought. It was all going so well.
Turns out, Ella intentionally “poked” or stabbed (to be more exact) Avery with a pencil. Not okay in my book. But after disciplining Ella, we had a serious talk about hurting others.
Ella is seven. Up to this point, we have taught her about Jesus, we’ve talked about Jesus being her Savior, but I never asked them to pray the prayer for salvation.
I didn’t want this prayer to be something forced or something they just did because they’re told it’s what they’re supposed to do. I wanted it to be authentic. From their heart. I wanted them to desire Jesus and realize they can’t do this thing called life without Him!
This would not happen through any effort of my own. This would not happen by me leading them to say a prayer asking Jesus into their heart before they had the desire. What children need––what we all need––is the grace of God.
Salvation comes by grace through faith!
It is a gift from God. And it cannot be manipulated into being.
Ella and I talked about hurting others. We talked about the condition of her heart. We talked about our need for Jesus. And I can honestly say that for the first time, she was broken over her sin, and she realized she needed Jesus.
“Have you ever prayed for Jesus to save you?” I asked.
“No,” she said, tears streaming down her face.
“Do you want Jesus in your heart? Do you want Him to save you?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
We talked extensively about what that meant and about who she knew Jesus to be.
“But I want you to say the prayer,” she told me.
“No honey. Mommy can’t do that,” I said. “I pray for you all the time, but this is a prayer you need to pray.” I told her that her relationship with Jesus is something that is her own. It’s something she needs to cultivate. No one else could do it for her.
“But I don’t know what to say.”
Facing one another, we held hands and began to pray, both of us crying like babies. With genuine sincerity, my little Ella prayed a “repeat after me” prayer for Jesus to be her Lord and Savior.
What began with her committing a sin against her sister ended with her brokenness and her salvation, and I praise Jesus for His grace.
“You’re way ahead of me,” I told Ella with a smile. “I wasn’t saved until I was 29!”
“Whoa,” she said, bright-eyed.
Thank God for grace.
Since then, I’ve been thinking. My dad was saved only months before his death by Jesus through the very events that led to his murder (more on this later). I was saved as a direct result of the effects of my dad’s death. And now, my daughter has been saved as a result of my salvation.
Romans 8:28 rings true.
{Jesus is our Redeemer.}
Question: How have you seen Romans 8:28 played out in your life? Share in the comments.
