It's funny how certain moments in our lives remain with us. The childish truths are the most important ones.

The first time I met Jesus was when I was four years old. I learned that morning how to bow to Buddha in a Buddhist Temple, which was a little more accessible considering I lived in Thailand. That night, my mom introduced me to Jesus. I learned the most important lesson from her; when you call the name of Jesus, He is faithful to come and meet you. It was simple; I just needed to say His name out loud. Apparently that was important to me,because the next day I found myself at the buddhist temple again. Feeling fear, I just said "Jesus" under my breath and taught the little girl next to me to do the same, figuring she needed to know too.

That lesson has stuck with me. When I was 7 years old, a storm threatened a tornado. My worst fear as a 7 year old was being sucked into a tornado and landing in Oz. That night when I called on His name, I physically felt His hand on my back. My best friend always comes for me.

As life's tornadoes get more complicated and more painful, He has promised that His name will always save. "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord Yahweh will be rescued and experience new life". Jesus, Savior, Helper, Teacher, Mighty one, Provider, Healer, Comforter, Father, whatever His name is to you, He brings life. Sometimes the childish truths are the most important ones.