My salvation experience

I was born and raised in church. My parents were active in the baptist organization. My dad was pastor of a baptist church. When I was seven years old my dad was pastor of Trinity baptist church. I remember one Wednesday night during church I decided that at the end of service I was going to "get saved". The only thing I really knew about being saved was that I had to believe that Jesus was my savior and I had to tell someone that I wanted to be saved. Well that night my dad did not give an invitation to come to the alter and be saved. So after service he was standing at the door shaking everyones hands as they filed out of church. I shook his hand and said something to the effect of "why did you not ask if anyone wanted to be saved tonight?" He responded with a look and a "what did you say", I repeated and said, " I wanted to be saved tonight and you did not ask me if I wanted to be saved." He was kind of stunned. When we got home I was helping my mom make "puffs" (the things florist make corsages out of). Dad called me to the kitchen table and asked me what did I know about being saved. I told him I knew I was a sinner and I believed that Jesus could save me if I asked him into my heart. So he was satisfied that I understood, he knelt with me and we prayed together. I was so excited that I wanted to share this experience with my big brother, Van. So I ran up the stairs and proclaimed "Guess what, I learned to make a puff and I got saved tonight. Little did I know then that that was the easy part because it was a gift for the receiving. The hard part has been learning about how to give my life to Him and let Him be Lord of my life. This has been a long and slow process. HE'S STILL WORKING ON ME!