When I was 3 years old a stranger came to my door and spoke with my mom. They chatted for a short while and she returned to the kitchen and placed a piece of paper on the counter, which fell onto the floor. I picked it up and stared at a picture of a man. Asking my mom who he was she answered His name is Jesus, he was a good man.
I can't remember hearing people talk about God. As kids we would visit my Grandparents in Yakima Washington for Easter and we went to church with them but I don't really have any memories of God or Jesus besides these.
There is one memory I have around age 4 or 5, I am sitting in the car outside of Newberry's and I'm holding my Wuzzle toy. I'm telling him to come to life. He was my best friend (of course!) and I told him "Please Wuzzle, please come to live...NOW!" But he did not. I then pondered the existence of God. I prayed "God if You are real, make my toys come to life. If You make them come to life I will know You are real".
You can ask my brother, he will confirm the morning he woke up to me screaming in his face in delight that the night before I had the most wonderful party with my toys. They had come to life and beckoned me from my slumber. I had tried to wake my brother but he was so fast asleep that he wouldn't wake. He told me it was just a dream but I kept insisting, No! It really happened!! We really had a party! And it was so fun! He tried to convince me but it was too real to believe that it was just a dream.
As the years passed by it became one of those stories that we joked about. You know the kind, the stories told in front of friends and family to top the embarrassing story you just told about them.
It wasn't until my early adult years that I put the two memories together. One of praying to God petitioning to prove himself to me if he would bring my best friends to life. The second having it happen (possibly).
I guess you could say that I subconsciously wanted them to come to life so I just had a dream about it. But what if God really took the time to show Himself to a small girl, a God who created the entire universe. The same God who orchestrates the stars and the planets and the changing of the seasons. The God who crafted mankind and all the wonders of the world. What if that same God took the time to give me a dream, just a small insignificant child (compared to the operations of the universe) just to show that he was real.
All I know is that the joy that I felt when I had that party with those toys is the greatest amount of joy I ever had in my life. It was better than my Disney Land joy. Since then my only topper was when I got saved. When I invited Jesus Christ into my life and he started working on me and shaping me and the best part FORGIVING ME. The joy that came from my relationship with the God of the Universe is the same simple joy, a childlike joy. I'm tellin' you what, there is no better joy!
The moral of this story is: If you want to know if God's REALLY real...ask him to bring your toys to life (as long as you don't own a Chucky Doll)
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