A good girl who stole
I grew up in a good home, with very loving and kind parents. I had a bunch of wonderful brothers and sisters. From an early age, my parents did a good job of teaching me the difference between right and wrong. I knew how to function in our world and to do the right things. To an outsider, I would appear to be a pretty good person who did not do many things wrong.
But that was not true. Yes, I was a good girl. But I stole. I was a thief.
When I was a young girl, I was playing Barbies with one of my older sisters. While we were playing, I got incredibly mad at her for something (I'm sure it was a legit reason :) ), and I took her Barbie and would not give it back to her. I stole it and with all my might was NOT going to give it back. This infuriated my sister and she yelled at me and told me I was going to hell.
I learned the truth and it sobered me
Obviously we were just young girls playing and my sister just got mad, but what she said hit me like a ton of bricks. I walked out of that room, and went and sat on one of the staircases in my house. I sat there, thinking about what she had said. For the first time in my young life, I realized that what she said was true. I had sinned. I had stolen and done something (among many other things) deserving of separation from God.
Yes, I agree with what you are probably thinking right now. It was not a "huge deal" but regardless of what we are thinking right now, I had sinned. One of the Ten Commandments says, "DO NOT STEAL" and I had. That sin (along with every other sin I had ever done), had separated me from God. And being separated from God meant going to hell.
"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God," Romans 3:23
I wasn't going to do any jail time for my theft. No time behind bars :), but my young heart was in turmoil!
As I sat on that stair, I realized that no matter what good works or kind actions I did from then on; none of it could ever make my sins go away and that I should go to hell for what I had done. And that scared me. I needed help. And I had a pretty good idea who was the only One who could help me, but I still had some questions to ask.
The only true freedom from my problems
Later that night, I talked to my Dad (he knew a lot about the Bible and what God says about our sin), and he shared that being a good person (most of the time) and doing good works would not be able to pay for any of my sins.
Jesus was the only solution to my problems.
My Dad told me I needed to make a choice. That I needed to pray and apologize to God for my sins, and that I needed to believe that He was the only solution to my problem.
That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord" and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved." Romans 10:9
So I prayed that very night! And I am so thankful that I let Jesus into my life! I am so thankful I let him be the solution to my sin problem! It is so freeing to know that I am not separated from God anymore! I started that day as a young girl, who then stole from her sister, and I ended that day free from my sin. And only because of Jesus. He paid that price for my sin.