Hello! Today, I’m going to tell you my testimony. I haven’t ever shared this on a blog, and I don’t share it with others very often, but I’d like to share it with you all now.
When I was little, I believed that if you were young enough, you would go to heaven even if you weren’t a Christian. You know, when you didn’t know how to become one yet. When you didn’t understand it. Well, I remembered on my 8th (or somewhere around there) birthday, and I was SO scared. I didn’t want to be 8 yet. I had decided that was probably the age that if I died I wouldn’t go to heaven anymore, unless my salvation was true.
Of course, I know now that if I was old enough to understand that much, I was probably to that age already. Sure, I had prayed the prayer, but I didn’t feel like I was a Christian. After I was that old, I lived my life in constant fear. Every time I hollered for someone and they didn’t answer right away, I freaked out and thought “The rapture happened, the rapture happened! I’m here all alone!!!” I was always scared. I could never actually concentrate on anything, because I was so scared that the rapture would happen and because I wasn’t a true Christian that I would be left here all by myself. When I couldn’t find my sister where I had seen her last, I panicked. All the time I was scared.
I probably prayed “the prayer” a thousand times, just trying to get myself to think I was actually a Christian. I guess I thought I would KNOW when I was a Christian, and that in itself would be an immediate feeling or something. I asked my mom about it, and she showed me some verses about assurance of salvation. Over time, I realized that I wasn’t fearing over those things anymore, that I was no longer living my life in dread, fear, and anguish. I wasn’t constantly worried of those things, and after a while, I knew that if the rapture happened I was going to be right there with the rest of my family in heaven.
I used to be scared that I wouldn’t ever have assurance, that I would live the rest of my life hiding from the rapture instead of looking forward to it. Now, I can rest assured that I’m a Christian. I know that if someone were to ask me if I was, I would be able to truthfully say I KNOW where I’m going when I die, and I know it’s heaven! Now, I am willing to stand up for my faith. I’m not entirely sure what helped me gain assurance. I know it was God, but I think it was also the Bible, my mom, and time helped as well.
I hope you enjoyed this post. If you struggle with assurance of salvation, I hope this was a help to you!