More like a gradual surrender....

At four years of age (young I know) I asked Jesus into my heart. However, I did not realize what this meant and I suspect that it was more out of fear of hell than anything else. Around age 12 I began doubting my salvation. So I prayed the sinner's prayer, again. This time was quite confusing. I had no grasp on what being a Christian was and once again I suspect my intentions. Starting 9th grade I began attending an excellent christian high-school. At the school I begun to grasp what living in Christ truly meant, and just all the implications that come with the faith. I would have to consider my submission to God as not one amazing moment of revelation that brough me to God after a life of darkness. Rather it has been like a slow turnover of control to God. He slowly shows me who I am, who I am to be, and who he is. I used to doubt my salvation because I have no "spiritual birthday", but no longer does that bother me because dates and regulations can't save me. Only the realization and submission to Jesus can do that. I praise him in my patheticness, I thank him for my incompleteness because through my emptiness he can fill me up with himself. Praise be to God who is forever and good! (this is a rather short version, but I think the story is still clear)

-Aiden-