Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The Beginning


It is a picture of my Lord,  my Savior - my Best Friend,
  and I dream of the day I will meet him face-to-face.


It began when I was around eleven years old. We were living in a very small town, one you'd miss if you were passing through and blinked. We'd
only lived there a short while when I discovered a small church not too far from our house. While walking past it on Sunday, and sometimes on a Wednesday evening, I'd hear people singing. The music stirred something within my heart, made me want to find out more about God.
I went to church the next week, more excited than I'd ever been about anything. I was going to learn about God. I knew nothing about him except that He lived high up in the sky, far beyond my vision, beyond the stars and clouds.

I'd seen the banners around town, encouraging people to not miss the upcoming Sundays, for, as the banners said, "What you don't know DOES matter," but I was not prepared for what I would see that Sunday, nor hear;
was unaware that what I would see would haunt me for many years to come.



Connie Higginbotham said...

Can't wait to read more!!

Barb said...

Hello, Connie. I will get back to this story as soon as I can. At the moment I'm trying to cope with my husband's illness. (see journal

LOVE your Graphics. You're so talented. I snagged some but will leave exactly as they are. Have an awesome day.