My mom tells me that I was a very literal child.
In preschool we were told that we weren't allowed to go play until we had finished our lunch. I can remember sitting there watching the other kids run and play while I tried to finish my food.
When I asked my mom to please not give me so much food she rushed down to the school to complain about their rule only to be told that I didn't have to eat all my food, I just had to be done eating.
Obviously, not only was I literal, I was also naturally obedient.
At some point when I was very little my mom taught me to pray every night before bed.
She told me that I should ask Jesus to come into my heart and forgive me for my sins and be my Savior.
And thank him for our food.
And so I did.
In those exact words, every night of my life up until my freshman year of college...
*thanks to Leah for asking me how I became a Christian in my recent Q&A post. I'll be back soon to add another part to the story!
Oh my gosh, that's so funny to me. Sounds exactly like me. My family is always telling me not to take everything so literally.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story... and yet, I find myself wishing my daughter were suddenly quite literal.
ReplyDeleteThat is really funny. My husband is VERY literal...I have to watch what I say!! Thanks for the welcome on my blog. I look forward to reading yours!!
ReplyDeleteGreat story! I cried the first day of school. I came home absolutely bawling. When I finally settled down enough to talk, I began blubbering, "But you said I'd learn to read when I went to school..."
ReplyDeleteBut it didn't happen the first day and I was disappointed.
That's so cute!! I can't wait to hear more!
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