Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”  Matthew 19:14

People often ask me at what point in my life I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior. I am sure my answer is often disappointing because I had no earthshaking or near-death experience that brought me to my faith. Because my parents were Christian, strong in their beliefs, I have known about Jesus and felt close to him as far back as I can recall. I remember sitting in Sunday school, looking up at pictures of Jesus holding a little child and wishing with all my heart that I could be that child sitting on Jesus’ knee.  I guess you could say that my faith was given to me by my parents the day I was born and has evolved over the years. Their gift is definitely a “gift that keeps on giving.” Through my study of God’s word, I have made my faith the foundation for the many decisions I have had to make in my life. Faith is my rock — immovable, unshakable, unchangeable — that one thing I have been able to depend on and trust completely during the dark and tough times inevitable in life. This gift has been a priceless and precious legacy that I have joyfully handed down to our children, who are now handing it down to our grandchildren.  Although I am now in my later years, I know I am still a child of God, one of the little children Jesus still calls to and holds close.