Remember the first time you asked Jesus into your heart? Remember that light, wonderful, clean, happy feeling!
My seven year old grandson came to me last Sunday. A bright smile crossed his face as he asked me if I knew what he had done that week. I did know, but I wanted him to tell me.
"Oh, Grandma, I asked Jesus into my heart!" ... and the angels in heaven rejoiced ... as did we. (photo from B. Leedy)