Moonshine & Prayers

Kate
Aug 12, 2023
2 min read

If a movie were to be made about my life, the opening scene should go something like this...

A stretch of Colorado highway appears with mountains in the distance at twilight. A family car drives along the highway with a little girl in the backseat, looking out the window at the big, shining moon in the sky. She is smiling.

She is smiling because the moon appears to be following her. She likes this, and it reminds her that God is following her everywhere she goes. Just like the moon on that night.

She knows this because it is what her mother told her about the moon. And about God.

This was me. This was my life.

It is my life, even now. He has been with me, always. But it wasn’t until I was three years old that I became aware of Him, that I know of, at least. Who knows what I thought of before that?

By age three, I knew that God existed and that He knew me. My Daddy taught me to pray, praying with me in my room before bedtime. My Momma taught me about the moon and about God watching me. They both taught me that God, our Big, Giant Creator, Who made the enormous mountains and the bears and the fish we caught, was watching me. And knew me. And loved me.

Dad’s prayers made Him even more real because I can remember exactly when it occurred to me that God could see me inside my room. Dad had said that He heard us praying to Him each night and that He even saw us there in my bedroom. I was shocked, stunned even. I suppose that up to that point, I thought He could only see us when we were outside. But from then on, I knew I had Him, Thus Great God, with me always, every day, every moment. Later I learned about Jesus, and I asked Him into my heart.

Learning more and more is still happening, no matter how old I get.