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            I can't think of a time I didn't believe in God.  I had a wrong belief but I did believe.  As a child I called on him all the time.  My mother left about the time I was four and my dad was a train wreck for many years after.  Needless to say my security shattered pretty quick.   Over the years God has brought to mind many times a part of my childhood that I love to reflect on.

              Sometimes when I would visit my baba (grandma, of course) my friend Carol would be visiting her grandma next door as well.  Sometimes we would play outside and teeter totter our little hearts out.  BUT, there were special times when I would be allowed inside to color.  We would sit in a little room at a table looking right out the window with the sun beating in on our coloring book.  We would agree on a page we both liked and would color out of the same book.  I remember her mother would be in the kitchen and the rest of the family would be laughing and talking.  To me it was a time I would actually feel safe, happy and maybe get a little taste of family.   It was just the best feeling and a special gift from God like water in the middle of a desert.

               So many times I think of those carefree times sitting hip to hip giggling with my friend coloring, and for a few minutes the world was good.  Life has continued to be difficult over the years, but for all of those hurting people I wish there was a way to invite them to sit hip to hip with me in the little room with the sun beating on our pictures and we can just giggle.   Thanks God, for those pieces of heaven you show us.