MY testimony of the love of God for his children
This is my testimony of my first death.
I have had such little faith .
I sit frozen in fear on my own couch with the invisible serpent crawling upon my back.
Yes it is a trial of my life. I was just under the age of 10 years old when I was playing in the pasture with my plastic canoes in the narrow stream that was my favorite place to play.
The pasture was owned by our neighbors and they had horses that they let us ride on couple of occasions and my mother was not thrilled but I was just a child and did not question why we were no longer allowed to accept the offer to help with the horses. When they were brought out of the barn and groomed .
This particular day I was warned to stay away from the barn and the new pony that was housed in the stall .
I had never before crossed the stream to climb up the small slope to the barn and didn’t even acknowledge that unusual instructions on the subject.
So I went to the stream and dropped my canoes in and I ran along the bank to beat them downstream at the wide spot where the cows and the visiting horses crossed in single file to graze in the large pasture. .
The waters were still and the canoes were slow and my attention went to the horse that was watching from the barn stable and his whinny and snorts were like a call for attention to me.
So I crossed the stream and followed the bare path to the barn . Thinking only for a second about my mother’s warning to not do that one thing that I never done .
So I will skip the dramatic story cause I am not a skilled writer and I don’t want to take away from the beauty of this testimony.
I heard the words of man about the bad things that happen to children and I get angry and sad at the same time. They say that God is to blame for the evil things done to the innocent children.
Well I am alive today and I work in the morning and then in the nighttime watches while I am still in the world.
For me as I was playing in the green pasture beside the still waters , yes just as it is written, I entered the barn in my disobedience to my mother’s rule , and I tried to ride the pony and it broke through the stall and down the path to the creek as I held on to his name with no bridle or saddle I was thrown
I felt no pain nor did I realize that I was in danger. For I was no longer in the world but I was in the presence of my Heavenly Father. I don’t know the words to describe the feeling of peacefulness and their was no bright light to go into . I was with God , and even though I didn’t see him I knew who he was and I had no thoughts of where I came from or what happened to me.
But I was in the presence of my Heavenly Father and I was his child
He spoke to me and gave me a choice .
He asked me if I wanted to stay with him or return to the world .
I had no thoughts and of my mother or sisters or memories of my life .
I said No Father, I want to stay and play.
I chose life . But it was God that chose me.
When I opened my eyes I saw the sky and felt the sun upon my face. Then I heard the running water in the stream .
When I tried to raise up from the ground I had a small pain in my shoulder. But I was alive and well.
I gave no thoughts to the wonder of the one who I called my Father , nor did I speak of it to my mother, just the fact that I was in big trouble for disobeying.
But I think of the choice to live. , to stay and play . If I would have chose to stay in the peaceful presence of the one who saved me, would my mother have found me lifeless in the pasture with my neck broken , ? Maybe , but God has walked with me , my testimony of my disobedience did not go unpunished. My collarbone was broken and I have much to share with you about the wilderness of my life and how much God loves me even though I chose my own paths and the road led me to speak with you.