The last entry I told of the day my dad made me attend bible study. Well, let me tell you how things were in the past when I would attend church. I would fall fast asleep or all I would get from the preacher was the sound that you would hear from Charlie Brown teacher from Peanuts. LOL! I just didn't understand what the preacher was talking about; I just didn't how, what the preachers was saying applied to me as a kid.
So back to me attending my dad's church. I remember meeting a woman in the fellowship hall of the church. She was glowing like she was the sun; smiling as though there was world peace. I couldn't understand why she was so happy. I just thought she must have been crazy; there was no good reason to be so happy.
Well, after a couple of weeks of bible study I finally paid attention. My bible study teacher, the pastor’s wife, sister Wendy Scott spoke of three words that changed my life: love, peace and joy. She said that God was love, that he loved me. He would give me peace and joy. Those words stuck in my head for days. I knew my mom loved me and that my family members loved me but the kind of love she described was amazing. Never ending love. WOW! Loving me unconditionally, in spite of what I do, I couldn’t imagine. Peace, thinking that I wouldn’t have so many negative thoughts going through my head. Joy, something I never knew! I had times where I would be happy for a minute before disappointment would come to follow.
With those three words my curiosity begun.
To Be Continued
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