Jake asked Jesus to come into his heart today. A parent prays for this moment from the time their child is born and just like that, it happened today.
The boys and I were riding in the car home from the grocery store. Our new Jamie Grace CD was in and it was on track #4: Show Jesus. This is Jake’s song. He’s usually singing his heart out along with Jamie on this song, so when he asked me to “turn the music all the way down,” I was a little surprised. I turned the music off and silence. I thought perhaps we were about to start a round of the quietest game, but when I turned my head to catch a quick glimpse, I saw Jake, legs curled to his chest, eyes closed and hands folded in his car seat.
I didn’t want to break the silence he had asked for so I just continued driving, waiting on him. After 30 seconds or so, Jake said “Mommy, I have Jesus in my heart.” (not the silence breaker I was expecting) To which I responded, “You do?” (slightly skeptical, but my mind was spinning fast) “How do you know?” Matter-of-factly Jake said, “Because I just asked Him.” And there it was. Our son had just asked Jesus into his heart!
It was not prompted by me or any conversation I had just had with him. I didn’t lead him in the “sinner’s prayer.” He didn’t even pray outloud. He did it on his own time, in his own way and it was precious and real. I know that he will go on to ask Jesus into his heart a number of times throughout his childhood as he grows and matures in his relationship with Him, but this was the first and so we celebrated.
I chatted with him about what had just happened, why he did it, what made him think to do it, what it means to do it, etc.
We called Daddy right there in the car and texted all our family when we got home. I read each text we received in response to Jake and he was grinning from ear to ear. He knew this was a Big Deal.
We even let him pick how he wanted to celebrate that night when Daddy got home (his only request was ice cream, in a cone). In all this celebration a thought struck me.
What if we celebrated this day every year? What if we remember this date, July 29th, 2013 as Jake’s Born Again Day? What if each year we talk about what this means in Jake’s life and do something special as a family? I’m pretty sure I’m not the first person to think of this, but I don’t know of anyone who celebrates the day they were saved each year.
What about you? Do you have any ways in which you celebrate the day you or your children were saved each and every year? I’d love to hear about them! We just might choose to incorporate some of your ideas into how our family will celebrate Jake’s day each year, because really, what better day is there to celebrate!