This is the beginning of my story, of my God, who has been faithful throughout my whole life.
October 1965
As I climbed upon the bathroom sink to get
the Mercurochrome I was a little nervous, as I was told to never get something
like this on my own. However, my mom worked and we had a teenage babysitter.
Quickly, I opened the lid and put some on my scraped knee, spilling it on the
pink rug my mom had just bought for the bathroom. I immediately felt guilty and tried to get it
up. I couldn't. In my eight year old
mind... to think, I would get a spanking was terrifying. I said to
myself..."I hope they die before they get home."
Several hours later my sister who was 9,
brother 5 and I, 8 sat on our blue sofa as a police officer stood before us,
telling us "Your parents have been in an accident and now, they are in
heaven". My sister immediately
began to cry, as did my little brother.
I just sat there thinking ..."That doesn't make sense... how could
that be true? They drove separate cars."
I imagined them driving their cars and wrecking into each other...how
could that even be possible???
Later,
that night after going to bed, I wondered what it all meant. I was soon to find out when my four cousins
who lived in another town not too far away came bouncing in on our bed at about
2am. They begin to tell us the details
of the "accident." "We heard it on the radio...Your dad shot and
killed your mom and put a gun up to his head and killed himself." Now, this story made more sense to me, as my
parents had been having some trouble the last few months and I had seen some
pretty violent scenes.
Later
that night when everything finally settled down I prayed, "Now I lay me
down to Sleep...I pray the Lord my soul to keep...If I should die...before I
wake...I pray the Lord my soul to take.
I was afraid...what if I die??? I kept repeating, "If I should die
before I wake...I pray the Lord my soul to take" If I died...I wanted to
go to heaven. I didn't know much about
it but I had heard enough about the other place to know I didn't want to go
there. God was there that night, as I
lay in my bed.
To be continued....another time.
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