Then one day a thought entered my mind. How do you know you're saved? When did you ever say "The Sinner's Prayer?" I tried to tell myself these thoughts were nonsense and that I had nothing to worry about.
Those fears continued to grow. I wasn't able to control my thoughts. Each time I made a mistake I would wonder:
Do I need to say "The Sinner's Prayer?"
Do I need to be baptized again?
Why did I think that? I know that is wrong.
Am I possessed? How could that be?
Very few people knew I was struggling with this. Those who did know were loving, supportive, and prayerful. Yet nothing they did helped me.
"Do not gloat over me, my enemy Though I have fallen, I will rise. Though I sit in darkness, the LORD will be my light." Micah 7:8"