A Day I Would Relive

If I could, I would relive the day I accepted Christ as Savior.

I have given my testimony on NoCamo before, but here is a short recap from that post…

I accepted Christ in July of 1981 at my mother’s bedside. I was five years old. I felt the Holy Spirit’s tug on my heart during church one night at the small, independent Baptist church my family attended in Flatwoods, KY. I was too afraid to go up to the front with everyone watching.

A few nights later, I couldn’t sleep. I knew I needed to be saved. I went in to my mother’s bedroom (I believe my father was at work. He was a railroad engineer.). She led me to Christ. I was baptized a few months later.

I remember it all rather well.

But, I was five.

It is as vivid as any other memory in my head. I KNOW I accepted Christ that day. But, like many who begin following Christ at a young age, I dealt with a lot of doubt in my teen years.

• Did I mean it?
• Were my reasons for accepting Christ good enough (as if there is a BAD reason to follow Jesus!).
• Was it really my decision?

After years of reflection, I have come to grips with the fact that the answer to all three of those questions is yes.

But I would LOVE to go back and relive that day, if only to make my description of the circumstances more vivid. I would love to have a clearer mental image of that bedside.

If you could go back in time and relive one day of your life, which would you choose?