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Isn’t That What We All Really Want After All? By Lisa Bull

My mother seems to think I should remember things from when I was two, three, and four years old. We’ll be talking and she’ll say, “Do you remember so-and-so?” I’ll look at her with that “look” of, “I have NO IDEA who you are talking about.” She’ll sigh heavily (because obviously I should remember this person), “Well, you should. It was when we lived on the college campus.

They lived in the dorm…”

“Mom. I was three.”

“Well, I remember lots of things from when I was three.”

(Insert chirping crickets)

I don’t know if I have just developed a black hole in my brain that has wiped out all of my preschooler memories or what. Is it a normal thing for people to remember most of their nursery school days? Or, is it my mother who is the exception?

ANYWAY, this morning I was sitting here wondering what to chat about with all of you, my wonderful friends. A memory popped into my mind and, amazingly, it was from my little preschool self!

My mom will be so proud! It isn’t a very detailed memory. It’s short and sweet. But, obviously this particular thing must have been important to me because it made a deep enough imprint to remain in my memory for (ahem) a few years now.

It was night, after church I believe. My mom, my dad, and I went for a walk. We were all three holding hands. I could feel our smiles. I remember looking up into the night sky and it was filled with happy twinkling stars.

Little hands

That’s it. That’s the memory.

Why would that particular memory stay with me for so long? Here is my theory. I felt loved and I felt safe. Isn’t that what we all really want after all?

Maybe you don’t feel loved. Maybe you have never felt loved or safe. I don’t know your story. What I do know is that regardless of your ethnicity, your financial status, your health, your education, your mistakes—God loves you! He loves you so much that He sent His son to die for you so that you could be adopted by Him! God wants YOU to be His child! He wants to hold YOUR hand and walk through life with YOU. What safer place to be than in the Hands of God?

1 John 3:1-2 (ESV)

See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are.

John 1:12 (ESV)

But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God,

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One thought on “Isn’t That What We All Really Want After All? By Lisa Bull

  1. My earliest memory is a dream of Hell. I was probably three as well. I vividly remember the fire that was there but didn’t consume me. I remember that my brothers and sisters were there but it did not make me feel any better about being there’s. It sounds horrible but I believe the vivid memory of that kept me out of a lot of trouble growing up!

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