He finally said: "I want Jesus to be my Savior. Jesus died for me so I don't have to go to hell. I want to go to heaven." Then he prayed...all on his own...for Jesus to be his Savior...he prayed about wanting to go to heaven and not having to go to hell...It was INCREDIBLE...Right there on our kitchen floor...my son went from darkness to light...he walked into ETERNAL SALVATION. The angels in heaven got to throw a party for MY SON!!! MY SON! YES! YES! YES!
He called both sets of grandparents...He kept telling them..."I prayed about Jesus dieing on the cross for us so we don't have to go to hell. So we get to go to heaven."
BUT HE WASN'T DONE!!!! He said "Dad...I want to go build." (which means we grab some scrap wood...some nails...and put random pieces together) ONLY THIS TIME he said..."Dad...Let's make a cross!" ARE YOU KIDDING ME! He designed it himself...I didn't lay out one piece...I would start the nails and he would use the "big hammer" and finish.
THIS is a day I will NEVER forget!