The Lord gave me another chance. The next day the Gideon's came to my class at school and gave each of us a Bible. On the last page it asked if you wanted to receive Jesus and be saved. I wanted to. Ok, read Romans 10:9. Right there in class I read the verse, prayed the prayer in the back of the Bible, and signed my name. I received Jesus! Why? Because the Spirit had been working to send the Gideon's to my class right at the time I was open. I don't know if anyone else in that class received the Lord but I did. The Father had selected me and the Spirit was brooding over me.
I took the Bible home and showed my mother. I was happy but at the same time a little embarrassed. I said, "I got a new Bible today." "Oh really?" she said, "Show me." When I showed her my mother opened the last page and asked me what that meant. I told her that I prayed and received the Lord. She asked me to pray again with her. Then I was fully positive that I was saved.
The next day on the way to school I told my friend that he needed to believe in Jesus. I told him that I used to not want to believe because I thought it would make me sad. Instead it made me very happy. I was so exited I wanted him to believe right away. I felt white as snow, absolutely spotless. In eternity past the Father had chosen me. 2,000 years ago the Son paid the price for my sins. Right there in grade 5 the Spirit applied God's salvation to me. Praise Him.
Norman