Tori’s Faith Story
We all have a story. As Christians, we all have a Jesus story. Most come with a preface, but the first chapter begins with our salvation experience. I consider myself very blessed to have grown up in a Christian home, with a mother who had me at church every time the doors were open (my preface). For the majority of people in our little South Mississippi town, that was just a way of life. Because I started learning about Jesus at an early age, I suppose it’s no surprise that I asked Him into my heart when I was six years old. We had moved from Foxworth, MS to Hammond, LA, and we found the most wonderful church – just up the road at Natalbany Baptist Church (and Christian School, which I attended). I loved our pastor, Bro. Rodney Taylor. During the invitation one Sunday morning in July (or was it August?? I wish I remembered!), I felt like I wanted to go down front and tell him I wanted to be saved, but I guess I was a little scared. Instead, I discussed it with my two imaginary friends – yes, you read that right – and after church was over, I gathered my courage and my friends and found Bro. Rodney. I didn’t really know what to say, and I really don’t remember what I actually did say, but I recall that this is how the conversation was supposed to go in my mind: “Bro. Rodney, can little babies be saved?” “Yes, Tori, they can.” “Well, I’m a little baby.” LOL! Hey, I was six! The point is, I wasn’t sure of anything but that the Spirit was telling me I needed Jesus, and that was all I needed to know. So, that morning, I was adopted into the Family of God! That was the beginning of the first chapter, and many, many chapters have been written since then. Every day, the book of my life gets longer, and I hope it is a blessing, an encouragement, and a learning tool for all who read it!