The question I posted last time was this: “How does a child experience God?” I said that I’d start by telling you about my first remembered awareness at age 4. Relax and consider my story.
We lived in a lovely, snug, Cape Cod style house when I was little. My mother had a beauty shop in our home, “Yvonne’s Beauty Shop.” My parents’ bedroom was adjacent to the beauty shop, and as a little one, I would come and go, enjoying all the ladies who were Mom’s clients. My sister and I were sweet entertainment for them, bringing to them many smiles and laughs.
One day when I was four years old, I was resting on my parents’ bed while Mom was working. It was quiet and I was alone. Looking at the ceiling, I was unaware of it, because I was thinking. This may be my youngest memory, and it is abstract in nature. Continue reading

