I was four. This was as far back as I could remember God. Laying in my bed one night, I cried out to the Lord for the first time for understanding. The day had been rough, cruel and unfair. I was an easy target: shy, meek, and sensitive.
I didn't have eloquent words or even big girl words. Just a tear-stained face and heart begging for answers. "Why God? Why me?" Perhaps, this is the first time I questioned God. Not in an unkind way...more of a innocent request for mercy.
I didn't have or understand salvation, but I believed in God and in his son, Jesus. I somehow knew that talking to him was not crazy...my four year old self had faith that conversing could lead to help.
It did. I know God was with me that night. There was a peace there...God was already working in my life. His grace was happening and I had know idea then.
34 years later...again, I am remembering.