As
a Child I Spoke as a Child
Read:
Psalm 139
When
we were youngsters and leaving the house, my mother would call out
“Remember God is with you.” My oldest brother, Jim, would leave
for the “High,” Jack to Pierce Junior High, and I to Trombley
Elementary, all exiting at different times, but each would hear Mom's
refrain of “God's with you.” To me it was a feeling that I was
safe or being watched over and protected. For Jim and Jack, it
probably conjured up “be good or else.”
One
Spring morning it was sunny and warm out. I did not even need a coat.
A sweater jacket for a wrap would do just fine. As I was walking, I
pondered on where God would be that day – in my pocket, on my
shoulder, or maybe in my lunch box? I decided that He was probably on
my shoulder, as it was so nice out. (As you can see, I really had an
imagination!) At recess that afternoon we played baseball. Roger hit
the ball and it came right to me. I held up my two hands to catch it,
but alas it slipped through and skimmed my shoulder... the one that I
was sure God was sitting on. I started to cry, believing that God had
been hit for sure. Neither Miss King, my teacher, nor Miss Coe, the
Principal, could understand that the pain was in my heart and not my
shoulder. The Principal ended up walking me the short half block to
my home and my mother.
After
Miss Coe left, I related the story to my Mommy, telling her about the
ball, my shoulder, and God. I remember saying, “I couldn't see Him
to help Him.” My mother smiled and assured me that God was very
wise and all-knowing, and probably knew just where that flying ball
was headed, and was out of harm's way. Her words – plus the milk
and cooky – relieved my anxiety almost immediately.
Well,
I guess what I'm trying to convey in this short tale is that I'm
thankful for a wise, alert God, and for mothers with their wise words
of wisdom.
Jean
Buhler
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