An Early Slice of My Life
My first thoughts of God, I'm sure, came from my parents and from Sunday School. I have this memory of being so small. Maybe I was 5. I barely knew how to read. In Sunday School, using letters that you licked to stick, I spelled out "I LOVE GOD" on a small piece of construction paper. I felt like hugging that paper to myself. My small child heart overflowed. I felt a presence that I couldn't explain. And I felt joy. Life was so simple then! I think that Kindergarten was my last simple year. Because first grade was awful. Suddenly people were unkind. Suddenly I didn't feel safe. There were rules that were hard for me to keep. Get a paper done within a certain time frame. I was just learning to form letters and numbers on paper. It didn't come fast to me yet. I had to get it done ... or ... what? I didn't know or what. I did know that the principal had a large board on his wall and it was rumored that he would use it on your behind. This wa