Before the Altar part IV

Where am I when I accept Christ as my Lord and Savior? What kind of faith do I have? Enough to believe as the centurion did in John 4:50, 51, that my son is already risen from the dead, or that Tabitha is actually sitting up and staring at Peter (Acts 9:40)? What kind of faith do I truly have? Do I have so much faith that I just know whatever physical ailments may try to take me, God is still greater? He is listening to me and only me. And that happens even when I cry out for Him to save me, "Save me, Lord, You are my only Hope!" If I do that then I am finlly and foremost His that very minute. No guarantees for the futher and don't even say that I couldn't have really accepted Christ to begin with if I, years later, abandoned Him. No one knows my heart, no one can read my mind, nor can I read anyone else. How can anyone judge the quality of my worship, except God, which He does through His Word. He uses that as His standard rahter than using man's standards, as should I, for no man is my God, except for the Almighty Himself.