It was a country blue and white plaid chair in the living room of my childhood home. I sat there one afternoon with my feet hanging over the side of the chair arms. I was young – probably only in first grade. I remember closing my eyes and contemplating. I thought about the darkness started to imagine what things would be like if all there was in life was darkness. What if nothing existed? What happened after life? These were deep questions for a little girl to ask herself. I had always had a big imagination, and I guess I was curious. I can’t remember what triggered all these thoughts. I only remember thinking them.

At that point in my life, my parents were Christians who had fallen away. We didn’t go to church.
I didn’t know much about God or Heaven. I think now that my young mind was searching for the meaning of life. I think I knew there must be more than dark nothingness. I’m glad there is. I’m thankful my parents returned to their first love. After we returned to the church, they taught me and my sister with a fervor. They made sure we didn’t take our faith for granted! I’m thankful for their faith and strength.

I am also thankful God sent light so we have the opportunity to not have to worry about a life of nothingness! To be continued…