Songs of Salvation – Jill Eileen Smith

Posted June 2, 2019 by Phyllis Helton in Songs of Salvation, Songs of Salvation Classics /

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And they have defeated him by the blood of the Lamb and by their testimony. And they did not love their lives so much that they were afraid to die.

Revelation 12:11 NLT

I grew up in a Christian home where I watched my parents faithfully read their Bibles—my dad read his cover to cover every year—and both were involved in many areas of church life, which meant I was too. My parents talked about their faith, though I cannot recall those conversations until one day when a man my dad worked with died and they took me to the funeral home. (My brother and sister were older than me, so while they might stay home, I went everywhere.)

On the way back from the funeral home that night, my parents discussed the man’s faith, and I began to ask questions. I was about eight years old and questions about heaven and hell and what happens when we die held great interest for me.

During the course of my questioning, my sister gave me a little booklet called, My Heart, Christ’s Home. I took it and sank onto my parent’s bed and read the entire pamphlet in one sitting. The story captivated me, but more importantly, the truth caught my heart. I gave God every room in my heart that day, asking Him to come in and take over all of me.

Until that moment, I’d been afraid of dying. I think all kids fear death at some point, and I was no exception. But the moment I trusted Jesus to be my Lord and Savior, the fear of death and hell left me. I had the assurance of being with Him someday and I never feared death again.

Time moved on and I think I was a bit of a “Jesus Freak” in my teen years, always telling my friends about Him and caring deeply for the things of God. I’m a rather serious person, I guess, and I take God seriously. Faith matters. The souls of each and every person matter to me. Before I taught my children of Jesus, I was witnessing of Him to my friends in school, and even wrote to a distant uncle who never responded to my concern for him. I realize now how much God has always meant to me since that long-ago day in my parent’s room, and though I’ve had my share of ups and downs, trials and triumphs, He has carried me every step of the way.

I can’t say that I’ve never doubted Him or never questioned His will because no one escapes such things in this life. When you come to faith as a child, you will experience doubts later on when life hits you hard and you wonder if God even loves you. My faith has been tested through too many fires in my adult life, but as my parents testified before me, God has never left me. He has never abandoned or forsaken me even when I’m at my worst. In the darkness, His light shines brightest.

I look back at my life and I see that the faith of that eight-year-old girl was true and real—it has lasted. My dad came to faith at four and his faith also remained for all of his life. Sometimes such youthful faith doesn’t last—or at least doesn’t seem to last for a time—but I believe that God honors the faith of a child. And I believe that if He began a good work in the heart of a child, He will be faithful to complete it until the day Jesus returns.

So I do my best to stay true to His Word, to walk with Him in daily communion because He has become close, as though I am talking with a friend. I pray unceasingly and fervently for His will to be accomplished. My heart’s desire isn’t in my work, though I am grateful for it. My heart’s desire is to see people come to trust my Jesus. To know Him as He longs for them to know Him. To seek to know His heart. To love Him as He loves us. And to see Jesus for who He truly is, not for whom the world and the church sometimes have made Him out to be.

I long to complete the work God gave me to do on this earth before He calls me home to Him. I grow more in love with Him and more thankful for His sacrifice with each passing day. Trusting Him when trials hit can be a challenge. Waiting on Him for answers to prayer can be equally as hard. But when all is said and done, there is nothing in life worth more than knowing Jesus Messiah and loving Him, obeying Him, giving our lives to bring Him glory.

I hope my life does just that.