Jesus on the Playground

When I accepted Jesus I was eight years old and it was at a Southern Baptist Church in San Pablo, California. I just decided one day that I was ready. No one spoke to me about it—yes, God was in our home, but I never felt pressured—Jesus was there and I was ready for Him.

I wanted the same for my children. I wanted it to be a quiet, peaceful union—between the two of them—Jesus and my child. My daughter ask Jesus in her heart when she was nine years old and she was in her room. She didn’t make a big announcement about it; however she did tell me shortly, she knew my husband and I would want to know. We were so happy and thankful.

Our son is a different story. Currently he is in the fourth grade. Getting information out of him if it doesn’t relate to sports or his friends can be difficult. I know he loves the Lord—I just want to know more.

Time was ticking and I’m not the most patient person on the planet, so while I was doing dishes the other night and my son was working on his homework, I decided to ask him if he ever thought of asking Jesus into his heart.

Without hesitating he replied, “Oh yeah, I did that last year on the playground at school.” ‘What’ was my first thought, followed by—‘on the playground!’ He continued, “Yeah, we talked in class about how Jesus needs to be in your life and how you need to ask him into your heart and I thought I haven’t done that yet, so when I went out on the playground at recess it felt like Jesus was walking with me, so I asked Him if he’d like to come into my heart and make me whole—and that was it.”

At this point I was crying while I was doing dishes and I let the water run. I thought how blessed we are that my son goes to a school where they are feeding his soul just as much as they are feeding his mind. And on the playground he wasn’t walking with one of his friends, he was walking with Jesus.