One Sunday Morning

One Sunday morning, when I was about 3 and 1/2 years old, my mother and father woke  to find me missing from my bed! Panicked and terrified, they went looking for me everywhere, and found that I had gone to Sunday School, with some older girls, who lived nearby.  The girls had apparently asked permission from my parents the night before, and the next morning, being the early riser that I am, I woke up, got dressed, and when the girls came to the door, I left with them. My parents, being completely unaware and, still fast asleep!!

Frightening, I’m sure, for any parent, and not funny at first, but for me, this was my first  “itty bitty”  testimony, of  how, as a child,  I loved  Jesus, and the stories of the Bible.  Later, at the age of 10, I went to the altar to ask Jesus into my heart.

Now, after all these years, and throughout my life, I can truly say that He has loved me, blessed me and kept me , and it’s by His grace,that I’m here today, early on another Sunday morning, thankful for His unfailing love, gentle kindness and forever faithfulness.

Smiles and Blessings to you!

– Faith

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7 thoughts on “One Sunday Morning

  1. love this post! it reminds me of my grandmother! she never went to church until someone invited her to the Methodist (her mother was a devout Catholic, but not actually attending the Catholic church) VBS! Ever since then, we’ve been Methodist. She never stopped going to church after that.
    I wonder how many people we could bring to God if everyone invited just one person to church, sunday school, or vbs… Wouldn’t it be cool?

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