A Saga: A Good Question

Like every typical 3 year old, I had questions. An average 3 year old would ask their mommy a question. I, however, would ask the actual person I had the question about. For example, I once saw a person in a wheel chair and waltzed right up to that person and blatantly asked them in a loud voice, “What’s wrong with your legs?” My poor mom always talked to me about using inside voices, not asking people those kinds of questions, etc., but that was CLEARLY absurd to my 3 year old mind.

I will never forget, though, the time I asked my aunt a question that no one else in my family had the courage to ask and one that you would not expect to hear out of my 3 year old mouth. I had invited my aunt to a church Christmas play that I was in, but she informed me that she did not go to church. Confused, I then asked, “Well, are you saved?” She abruptly answered, “Yes.” I proceeded to challenge her by asking, “Then why don’t you go to church??” I guess you could say God planted an evangelistic heart in me at a very young age. I mean, for crying out loud, I wasn’t even saved yet!

In my young heart was a passion and desire that has continued to grow throughout my life.

I remember in 5th grade watching a movie about a missionary. She felt God calling her to ministry around the age that I was at the time. I remember sitting there, listening to this woman’s story very carefully, and thinking to myself, “Can God really put a passion and a desire like that in someone at my young age? Is that something He would want me to do?”

I don’t know exactly what God has planned for my future, but I remain open to His leadings. I don’t know why He has me in speech pathology, but I know He will use it. I also know that He has put a heart in me that longs to share His unfailing love to the world. Whatever that will look like, I know I can trust in His peace, and His peace will be my strength, and I will continue to seek His peace in each and every circumstance in my life. (Psalm 34:14b)

On a lighter note, at the age of 4, before I understood these truths of peace, what else was I supposed to find peace in except my.....

To be continued....