I love the beginning of the month. I’m not sure why, but I do. I can’t believe it’s already August 5th, though. This morning I woke up thinking that it was October 5th, and that I had missed Gaby’s birthday on the 1st and I was very confused as to what I had been doing for the past two months. Then I realized that it was still only August. I think I got confused because I’ve been having such vivid and strange dreams. I guess that’s what happens when you watch Inception three times in the theaters. Hah. The things our brains come up with…
That reminds me of when I was little and we lived in Crown Colony. My dad and I would always walk down to the Chevron that was right there to get a treat or something. I remember that one time, the girl at the cash register–who of course knew my dad since he went there so much–said hi to me, and she used my name! I was very surprised, because I had never told her my name, so I asked how she knew it. “God told me,” was her answer, and my dad and I left, with me still confused. She talks to God?? I remember thinking to myself. I couldn’t believe it. She seemed so normal. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I asked my dad about it. “She didn’t say God told her,” he had said. “She said Gus told her.” That cleared things up. My dad had told her my name. Silly me.
I always remember that. It’s funny to me that I even had any kind of idea as to who God is. I must have been four years old, and my parents didn’t go to church or anything, so where could I have gotten that from? I guess it just shows how God is always seeking us before we even know who He is. Like in C.S. Lewis’ The Silver Chair: “‘You would not have called to me unless I had been calling to you,’ said the Lion.”
Oh C.S. Lewis, gotta love him. And I’m glad I know who God is now. And that I CAN talk to him.