Sometimes in the middle of busy days, my mind pauses and drifts back to the little white church where I first realized that Jesus died for me. 

I see the children and teenagers on the slatted benches that made up the choir corner. Across from there, my dad sits in the ‘Amen’ corner with the other deacons.  

Strains of Amazing Grace fill my heart, and I know that my dad will request that the next song be Face to Face With Christ my Savior. The congregation, my mom, and my brothers and sister sing out – I learned to sing alto from my sister – and the harmonies blend.

Brother Carroll, the pastor, steps up to the pulpit, and we bow in prayer.

In those memories, I am reminded of who I am and Whose I am. My heart understands that I am still just a girl in a country church, saved by the grace of God,

and Jesus is still the most important One that I know.

II Timothy 3:¹⁴ But continue thou in the things which thou hast learned and hast been assured of, knowing of whom thou hast learned them;

¹⁵ And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus.

Photo – Helen, Georgia, Eddy Mims