As a child who was born and raised in church by amazing parents who are on fire for God. I find it is very easy for me to slip into a strange doubt of my salvation. Mostly because it is all I’ve ever known.
I don’t have a powerful testimony of being saved from a life of drugs, alcohol or abusive relationships. I wasn’t transformed and set free from the hands of the enemy overnight. I never woke up COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. I’ve never been on the verge of suicide. (these are all very powerful testimonies I’ve heard)
I remember being a young child and praying the sinner’s prayer after every sinful act I committed. I would lie to my parents and then I would ask Jesus into my heart again (as if he ever left). It was strange. I only ever knew God as my savior and for that…I often take Him for granted.
And here I am know…needing him more than ever. I’m craving His word more than ever. I’m realizing that He did save me from the grips of Satan. He spared me of having to go through the muck and mire of living a sinful life in the first place. I can look back at “Anchor Points” in my walk with God. Moments where I have been undeniably in the presence of God. This is what I hold on to when I have my doubts – when I don’t “FEEL SAVED”…whatever that means.
I’m so young still. I can do so much for God’s kingdom still. That’s what I should be worried about: What am I doing with this salvation?…NOT – how did I get saved?…