Language School Part 2

I was an ugly child

I was ugly as sin: selfish and manipulative. I could be sweet when things were going my way, but horrible when they weren’t. More and more, I had to deal with others using MY things. My parents went to school and spent less time with Me. My playground equipment in My park was being used by others and My candy at My birthday party was eaten by My guests. To top it off My brother now wanted to play with My toys.

I liked to learn

I craved knowledge and my mom made a book that she used to teach me the alphabet, but more importantly, she taught me Scripture.

A – All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.  Isaiah 53:6

B – But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.  Isaiah 53:5

C – Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.  Ephesians 6:1

D – Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, ye double minded.  James 4:8

E – Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure, and whether it be right.  Proverbs 20:11

I didn’t like to take naps

During naps time stood still. I called out to my mom “How much longer” and her reply was fifteen minutes. After a very long time I called out again…the answer was still fifteen minutes. When I played time went by fast, but when napping it stood still. I figured that the best way to make naptime go faster was to play instead. When sent to my room to lie down and try to sleep, I would instead play quietly so as to not be discovered. When I got caught playing the rules changed. Although naptimes now were in Mom and Dad’s room, that just meant different toys. There was a jewelry box full of neat things, and a tissue box and a porcelain cat on a velvet pillow.

The Holy Spirit uses the Bible as a tool

The Holy Spirit, however, had a tool now and one day, in the middle of my nap-playtime “children obey your parents” hit me. Sure, “All we like sheep have gone astray” but now I saw the implication that I, like a sheep have gone astray. I became aware of my personal individual sinfulness, and was before God all alone. My prideful stubborn ways had upset God so much that nothing short of the death of Christ could appease Him. “But he was wounded for our transgressions” He died for me. I prayed and told God how I had been wicked and needed Jesus blood for my sins. I needed that death to count for me.

It was the happiest day of my life. It was like starting to live fresh, new. There was a different view of myself and others, and of Christ and God. Wrong became very wrong and right very right. It doesn’t mean I never did wrong again, but it was the beginning of a whole new life.

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