I was raised Pentecostal so I was brought up to believe you could lose you salvation. I was supposedly saved 3 times and I can’t remember at all the last two times but I can remember as vividly as if it were yesterday the first time.
One night when I was 10 years old we were having revival at Church I attended. I had been under conviction all week but I had held out. The songs were so convicting to me that I thought if I could just make it through the song I would be safe, little did I know how unsafe I was. I was holding on to the bench in front of me so hard that my knuckles were white, when the song ended I thought I had it made and then I saw one of my mother’s friends headed straight for me and that was more than I could take, I almost ran to the alter. I prayed very hard and I still don’t know how I wound up under a bench but when I came to my senses I had a peaceful feeling and a calm that I had not know before. The Lord saved my soul.