If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in them and they in God. And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them.
I asked him several questions, one being, "If you believe in Jesus, how does God dwell or live within you?" Asher basically starting naming off the fruits of the spirit. (Wise kid, I tell you.) He goes on to ask if you have to be baptized which brought us to talking about asking Jesus to come in our heart first. He said he already did. I asked when. He said that one time when he was lost from me.
A few months ago I brought all three kids to the community pool in another town. The boys were going down the water slide on one side of the pool, meanwhile Macie was on the other side where it's shallow and there's a small play area. The boys came off the slide and I was hollering for them to come on, it's time to go. I saw Asher go to the side of the pool to get out. So I went over to the play area to get our bag. I look back and Asher's gone. Long story short, it was about 30 mins and many horrible thoughts before we were reunited. Worst experience of my life. When he got out of the pool, he didn't see me and thought I had left without him. He went through the changing rooms to the front of the building where he sat on the floor between a column and the front desk. A lady who works there found him. He said he was too scared to talk to anyone. He said he talked to God while he was sitting there, asking God to bring us back together. I am crying right now just remembering this day.
So that is the incidence he was talking about when he said he asked Jesus into his heart. This is the day he said he asked Jesus into his heart, on July 17th 2014. Asher has wisdom way beyond his years. I love hearing his answers when we talk about the Bible and Jesus. Anyways, just another sweet moment I wanted to document for years to come.
"Oh my heart...
This afternoon at the pool I lost Asher for almost 30 mins. I was waving him and his brother down because it was time to go. I saw Asher getting out of the pool. So I walked over to where our bag was to get it. I look back up and he's gone. I thought maybe he went back down the slide, but he never came down. I thought maybe I over looked him in the lazy river, but he wasn't there. I asked Zeke if he knew, because where he is his brother is usually not far behind, but Zeke did not know. I stood there, eyeing the pool, surely I am missing him, he's got to be somewhere. But he wasn't. I told a life guard, she didn't really seem to know how to handle the situation. I kept pacing the pool up and down becoming more frantic. I go back to her, she tells me to go to the life guard office and tell them, so I do. At this point, I start to cry, WHERE IS MY CHILD??? I start thinking maybe someone kidnapped him. I was trying to think if I saw anyone suspicious. I kept going back to the life guards, I went into the next room with the lap pool which is deep. I checked the changing rooms. I was in complete panic mode. "Please God, please!" I felt so helpless and like no one was actually trying to help. I wondered if I was going to see my baby again, if he was ok... When I went to get my phone a lady came in with Asher. She found him sitting between this huge rock column and the front desk. I grabbed my son and just balled like never before. I couldn't even talk. I never got to thank this woman. I just buried my head into my son and held him close to my heart. I don't even care what people were thinking...I got my baby back. Later talking to Asher, he told me he was asking God to send someone to find him. He thought I had left, he went to look for me, but my shy Asher was too shy to ask for help, so he sat there talking to God.
The good in all this is my son was found. Thank you Jesus! And also, that my son, at the young age of 6, knew that when he is lost and afraid to go to God. And guess who was faithful?"
A few months ago I brought all three kids to the community pool in another town. The boys were going down the water slide on one side of the pool, meanwhile Macie was on the other side where it's shallow and there's a small play area. The boys came off the slide and I was hollering for them to come on, it's time to go. I saw Asher go to the side of the pool to get out. So I went over to the play area to get our bag. I look back and Asher's gone. Long story short, it was about 30 mins and many horrible thoughts before we were reunited. Worst experience of my life. When he got out of the pool, he didn't see me and thought I had left without him. He went through the changing rooms to the front of the building where he sat on the floor between a column and the front desk. A lady who works there found him. He said he was too scared to talk to anyone. He said he talked to God while he was sitting there, asking God to bring us back together. I am crying right now just remembering this day.
So that is the incidence he was talking about when he said he asked Jesus into his heart. This is the day he said he asked Jesus into his heart, on July 17th 2014. Asher has wisdom way beyond his years. I love hearing his answers when we talk about the Bible and Jesus. Anyways, just another sweet moment I wanted to document for years to come.
"Oh my heart...
This afternoon at the pool I lost Asher for almost 30 mins. I was waving him and his brother down because it was time to go. I saw Asher getting out of the pool. So I walked over to where our bag was to get it. I look back up and he's gone. I thought maybe he went back down the slide, but he never came down. I thought maybe I over looked him in the lazy river, but he wasn't there. I asked Zeke if he knew, because where he is his brother is usually not far behind, but Zeke did not know. I stood there, eyeing the pool, surely I am missing him, he's got to be somewhere. But he wasn't. I told a life guard, she didn't really seem to know how to handle the situation. I kept pacing the pool up and down becoming more frantic. I go back to her, she tells me to go to the life guard office and tell them, so I do. At this point, I start to cry, WHERE IS MY CHILD??? I start thinking maybe someone kidnapped him. I was trying to think if I saw anyone suspicious. I kept going back to the life guards, I went into the next room with the lap pool which is deep. I checked the changing rooms. I was in complete panic mode. "Please God, please!" I felt so helpless and like no one was actually trying to help. I wondered if I was going to see my baby again, if he was ok... When I went to get my phone a lady came in with Asher. She found him sitting between this huge rock column and the front desk. I grabbed my son and just balled like never before. I couldn't even talk. I never got to thank this woman. I just buried my head into my son and held him close to my heart. I don't even care what people were thinking...I got my baby back. Later talking to Asher, he told me he was asking God to send someone to find him. He thought I had left, he went to look for me, but my shy Asher was too shy to ask for help, so he sat there talking to God.
The good in all this is my son was found. Thank you Jesus! And also, that my son, at the young age of 6, knew that when he is lost and afraid to go to God. And guess who was faithful?"
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