A few Sundays ago (November 15th), I woke up discouraged. I prayed that God would re-new an enthusiasm for Him in our home. With church being sidelined, I felt heavy about the spiritual emptiness. Even though we were having devos and listening to good music, nothing could replace being with the church, or serving along side others. We were able to go to church that morning after a long time away, and the worship was just incredible. I raised my hands and envisioned being in God's presence. I looked to my side and noticed Daley and Sloan also raising their hands. I fought back happy tears. That night, I asked Sloan if she knew what it meant to be a believer. She looked at me with wide eyes, and asked for me to explain it. So, we talked about Jesus dying for her sins and how she would need to acknowledge her need and belief in a savior. Without hesitation, she eagerly claimed belief in Jesus. I asked if she would like to celebrate making that decision. Her eyes brightened, and she enthusiastically said 'yes!' Within a few minutes, she had determined what she wanted that night to look like. We sat on the floor surrounding her, and played her song, "Find me in the River" by Jeremy Camp, then she repeated a prayer asking for Jesus to be her savior. We finished the night with cakes in mugs, cool whip and sprinkles. It was a night that I don't ever want to forget. God had answered my prayer abundantly and allowed me to see that He could move in my home.
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