A little girls fear

A little girls fear, no matter how irrational, matters to God.

 I love telling stories, and this a favorite of mine in my storehouse of a life lived with the God who makes their beautiful Presence known here on earth. Even when it seems like a popping in and out, and a here and there, through a life. They do so, the three who are so close they can only be called One, with deep respect for us and submitted to our limitations.   

I was in the third grade and my first holy communion was coming up, and boy was I scared!  It was a high grade nervousness of having to interact with the Catholic priest and call him Father during a couple of the practices. Authority figures just set me shaking in my boots in those days and truly for many years afterwards as well. 

Well, here I was going about my life with this worry hanging over my head and busying my mind. Then out of thin air I my attention is drawn to my pretty new and pretty unused little children's Bible that had been given to me. It was a Precious Moments edition in a white cover with some sweet little picture on it and getting the impulse, I just open it. 

And this is what I read: "and call no man your father upon the earth; for one is your Father, which is in heaven." 

It's still there, in Matt 23:9 KJV

True to a childlike faith, I didn't question it. God had talked to me through His scriptures and that fear just dissipated like a vapor of smoke. I knew exactly what to do, I just wouldn't say the word Father. I could do all that was required, and still be respectful, without that. God had my back. Even if my reasonings wouldn't make sense to anyone else, it made sense to God, and it was okay. 

I wouldn't 'meet' Jesus until many years later, but that isn't the only time we interacted before we met officially.  

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