Listening to a six-year-old takes PATIENCE!
January 18
During the short time my brother and I were with Uncle Horace and Aunt Lela (after our mother died), we enjoyed playing around their home, and sometimes playing around the church where Uncle Horace was the pastor. Whenever I got bored with playing (as most 6-year-olds are prone to do!), I would wander into the church itself and go "visit" with my uncle. "Visiting" was 'code' for "may I talk to you until the cows come home?!" I was capable of chatting incessantly as long as my uncle would allow it, and he never did turn me away. What a wonderful uncle and friend he was to me during those days! I was still barely processing my mother's death, and I didn't even know "how" to verbalize those feelings. Looking back at those impromptu "church-house-chats" I can see how my SO VERY PATIENT uncle was laying a firm foundation of love and acceptance for my young life. I would keep those memories close through the years and God would keep me closer to Him.