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We have an evangelist at our church this week. The title of this here post is on a t-shirt my daughter bought from his ministry...Say it really fast, and you will figure out the riddle...

Anyhoo, we have GREAT news to share with you!

Remember Popcorn, my little homebody?

She did NOT want to go to church Tuesday night.

Satan did not want her to go to church....

I drug her little complaining tale to church and told her "you have fun once you get there, and this is only for two more nights."

"I know. I just don't have time to play this week! And I want to play!"

"I know Baby. It will be over soon."

So. We went to church.

We ate a delicious meal of spaghetti and salad with french bread and sugar cookies for dessert.

We heard a fabulous sermon with the theme "It's all about the heart. What is in the heart comes out of your mouth. What you say is what you mean." It was great...

At the end of the sermon, we had an invitation... Of course. What would be the point of a crusade, if you don't invite people to know Jesus personally?

Every head bowed, every eye closed...

At the end, I looked up, and what do I see? Yes! I see a crowd of people. I think over 25 made decisions for Christ...But guess which one I was most excited about!

Popcorn asked Jesus into her heart!

Hallelujah!

Now, just for background, when Popcorn was 5 on Good Friday of 2008, she told me she wanted Jesus in her heart. I blew her off, initially, because I wasn't sure she truly understood she needed a savior. However, she said to me, "But Mommy, how do you know if I die I won't go to hell?" Well, I decided she had a good understanding of her need of a savior, and figured I'd better not try to quench the Spirit.

Well, I know why Satan did not want her to go to church Tuesday night.

Tuesday night, she felt the Holy Spirit.

Calling her.

She went and spoke with one of the counselors, who happened to be her first grade Sunday School teacher, and she said that while she always understood she needed Jesus, she never felt Him in her heart. She prayed with the pastor that night during the invitation, and she wept big drops of tears down her cheeks, off her chin and onto her shirt as she told me, "Jesus is my savior."

She got Jesus out of her head. She moved Him into her heart.

And that, Gentle Reader, is worth a big ole Hallelujah!