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You seem to have something that I dont. God seems to be very special to you, and I cant help but wonder why I dont feel the same way. In fact, I wonder if Im even saved.
Bobbie opened her mouth to deny Cleves words, but shut it again. She had no business telling Cleve that she was sure he was saved; that was between him and God.
Is there a time that stands out in your mind as to when you accepted Jesus Christ? Cleve asked the woman beside him.
Yes, there is, a very definite time. It was after I came to live with Aunt Joanne and Uncle Jasper. Suddenly one night I was very afraid that I would die. My parents were sure of their eternity, but I wasnt and I wanted to be. Uncle Jasper talked with me for a long time. I found out later that Aunt Jo was praying her heart out in the next room.
It was that night that I knew I needed a Savior, and I turned to Jesus Christ.
I dont have anything like that to look back on, Cleve admitted quietly.
It doesnt happen the same for everyone, Cleve.
Im sure youre right, but thats not what I mean.
He was quiet for a moment, and Bobbie wanted to ask him what he did mean, but she stayed silent and prayerful.
Ive just always gone to church, Cleve began. Ive spent time with the people who attended church and Ive tried to read my Bible and pray, but Im not sure Ive ever made that step. Im not sure that if I died right now, I would spend eternity with God.
You can be sure, Cleve. Right now, even.
Cleve turned his head to look at her. I think youre right, Robbie, but after all this time, thinking everything was fine, it feels awkward to try and talk to God about this.
Hes the only One you can talk to, Cleve. God alone can give you a peace about your eternity. If youre not sure, then be sure right now. Dont let pride stand in the way. Tell God you know youre a sinner, and that you believe His only Son died for those sins.
Cleve was again silent for a moment. I think Im going to go up to the bedroom now, Robbie. Troy isnt back yet and I need some time alone.
Bobbie watched him stand, her heart aching. Ill be praying for you, Cleve.
Thank you.
The moonlight allowed Bobbie to watch him walk to the house, and as soon as the door closed she prayed as she told Cleve she would.
I never dreamed, Lord, that he might not know You. Please show him, Father. Hes searching. Please let his search end in You.
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