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Saved 9/9/1978

The year was 1978. The girl, naive in all things worldly, was 13. She had been attending youth group for over a year and found the stories read from the Bible at the close of each Saturday night, both intriguing and comforting. We weren't forced to stay but we were encouraged to do so. On one particular night a missionary group from America was visiting Poole and doing an evangelistic service for the locals. She, and many of her friends attended with curiosity and a little anticipation.

The words spoken have been lost to 47 years of history but the feeling of their impact has lasted her entire life since. Today, 47 years ago, I heard the voice of Jesus calling me to follow Him. Without one shred of regret, I said yes. How rich my life has been since that September night all those years ago. My journey has certainly not been easy but I wouldn't change a thing. To have gone through my life without Jesus would have been impossible as I recount the ways He has held me amidst the storms of life. There are many decisions I can look back on with regret, but following Jesus will never be one of them.