I had deceived myself into believing I was saved during a revival at my moms church. I had not reached the age of accountability yet, so of course I knew when I died I would be going to heaven. I cannot blame this misconception on anyone else. I was raised in an old fashioned missionary baptist church. No one talked me into believing I was saved, or asked me to repeat a prayer. Years later at another church revival a friend asked me to pray for her, she was really under conviction. I remember starting to kneel down by the pew where we had been setting, when I heard a voice clearly say "you can't pray for her, you're lost yourself. I don't remember much after that, just that I couldn't stand being without my God. I think I was saved in seconds, but it felt like a long time. My friend was saved at just about the same time as I was. I have not always worked for the Lord as I should but I do keep trying and I have no doubt as to what I have and how I got it.

Marie Reeves