As a child, I was in church every Sunday with my dad. My older siblings, one by one, gave their hearts to Jesus...and then, one by one, walked away. When I was 12, my best friend shared her faith with me and I decided that I needed to put my faith in Christ for my salvation. I spoke with my Sunday School teacher about my desire to put my faith in Christ. My mom was not enthusiastic about my decision because she had witnessed my siblings' lack of commitment. She did not want me to be a hypocrite and discouraged my decision. I was devastated...not wanting to disappoint my mom, but not willing to give up my salvation! My teacher assured me that I needed to choose Christ and that He would take care of my mom's approval. On a Sunday morning, I went to the altar, repented of my sins, and accepted Christ as my Savior. I expected my mom to be very upset and so it became important to me to really live the life of Christ and not turn "to the left or to the right." It was a year or two later that I overheard a conversation between my mom and my aunt, where Mom said that she had watched me and saw that my decision to follow Jesus had been real...that she had seen me and knew that my life had changed.
Happily, today my parents and all of my siblings chose to follow Christ. What a comfort to know they are walking with the Lord.