Psalms 34:8 "O taste and see that the LORD is good; Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!"
As a little girl if I wanted to go to church anytime except Sunday I had to find my own way or walk. Walking wasn't bad because I always walked with my dog (Fannie). She was a collie and never minded where I wanted to take her. Finding my own way was a bit rougher but we had a party line and neighbors that went, that lived a mile away in both directions either of which couldn't tell a little girl they couldn't have a ride to church so, I spent a lot of time at church.
At church I got to play, eat and be treated special. The church still exist today, in fact it was still a Methodist church until a few weeks ago and it became a Muslim Church located on Cheat Road right before you get to the new Methodist Church they built up on the hill.
We'd sing songs out of the red back hymnals and never say a word out loud. When they passed the plate around lots of people put in shiny change--I was one of them. I always thought God would like the shiniest ones. Sometimes I would put it all in if I was told to.
Years have gone by quickly. I still remember the songs. I'd still walk to church with my dog (if I had a dog and if the church was close). Somethings change. But there are things that remain the same. I knew if I went to church everything would be alright. I knew I was safe in church. I knew they'd sing songs I knew and that made me feel good. People would smile at me. They usually gave us something to drink in that old stinky basement...and usually I got to make something. Church was predictable.
Now today some fifty plus years later I am still in church. We still sing songs, we still put money in the offering, little ones still get to make something, and at our church it is still a safe place.
It was in those formative years I learned to trust God. He always made a way for this little country girl to go to church. I never missed a VBS or failed to get my own little workbook that the teacher wrote my name on and passed out each Sunday. Even though the grown-ups never clapped after we sang for them on Sunday mornings, they would give me a sneaky smile or wink at me when we went off the platform.
Yep, God could be trusted. He had those people pick me up. He had someone take this little girl to church and even give her some shiny coins. He had that teacher always have a book with my name on it. He took care of me even when I didn't know Him like I know Him today. He is a good God and no matter how old you are, you can trust Him.
At church I got to play, eat and be treated special. The church still exist today, in fact it was still a Methodist church until a few weeks ago and it became a Muslim Church located on Cheat Road right before you get to the new Methodist Church they built up on the hill.
We'd sing songs out of the red back hymnals and never say a word out loud. When they passed the plate around lots of people put in shiny change--I was one of them. I always thought God would like the shiniest ones. Sometimes I would put it all in if I was told to.
Years have gone by quickly. I still remember the songs. I'd still walk to church with my dog (if I had a dog and if the church was close). Somethings change. But there are things that remain the same. I knew if I went to church everything would be alright. I knew I was safe in church. I knew they'd sing songs I knew and that made me feel good. People would smile at me. They usually gave us something to drink in that old stinky basement...and usually I got to make something. Church was predictable.
Now today some fifty plus years later I am still in church. We still sing songs, we still put money in the offering, little ones still get to make something, and at our church it is still a safe place.
It was in those formative years I learned to trust God. He always made a way for this little country girl to go to church. I never missed a VBS or failed to get my own little workbook that the teacher wrote my name on and passed out each Sunday. Even though the grown-ups never clapped after we sang for them on Sunday mornings, they would give me a sneaky smile or wink at me when we went off the platform.
Yep, God could be trusted. He had those people pick me up. He had someone take this little girl to church and even give her some shiny coins. He had that teacher always have a book with my name on it. He took care of me even when I didn't know Him like I know Him today. He is a good God and no matter how old you are, you can trust Him.
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