My parents had always taken us children to hear the gospel; and from early days I knew that I had to be saved to go to heaven.
One evening a girl companion of mine asked me to go along with her to the meeting. I promised to go, and she added,
“Remember that I am praying that you will get saved.”
These words forcibly brought the reality of being saved before me. O, how I wished I was saved. I don’t remember anything the preacher said that night, but when I got into bed, I was in despair. I had tried so hard to be saved.
I spent half the night praying and reading, and still didn’t ‘feel saved.’ At last I got up and knelt on the floor, and told the Lord I had done all I could do, and couldn’t pray any more. In the morning, the first thing that came to my mind was, “I don’t feel saved yet.” I was standing near a little table in my room, when question crossed my mind,
“Where does it say in the Bible to pray for God’s salvation?”
While I was thinking if I had ever read or ever heard of such a verse, there flashed into my trend the one,
I remember clapping my hands together, and saying, “Lord, I believe,” and I knew I was saved.
ML 11/24/1940