Every one has a story; an account of how I arrived, how you arrived, at where we are right now. Look back at your story, rehearse your story, remember your story. See God’s faithfulness then, God’s faithfulness looking back, and find peace and comfort, joy and courage, to turn around and follow Him into the now. Into the future.
Fuzziness and half memory blur the edges of what I know to be real, what I know happened. A snapshot of a moment that I didn’t even recognize to have significance until years afterwards.
THe play table at the public library is just my size. It can’t be very big because neither am I. There are trains, I know, and cars, too. This I remember. But my hands, little hands, are not engaged with the cars and trains, trucks and airplanes.
It’s plastic animals; large toys with realistic features, the heaviness of them settling into my palms as I play. There are people, too. There must be, there are in my memory. Rhinoceros, giraffe, tiger. Man, woman; toys.
Children’s toys on a library play table.
It’s the Garden of Eden. I’ve heard the story of creation, and I know the names and the sequence of events. God then world, animals then Adam, Adam then Eve. I’m playing and pretending, acting out a story that I’m so familiar with.
Toys play and my imagination swirls and this play table is just my size.
Memory softens and fades and it was so very long ago, but this I do remember. Standing where I am, standing in the middle of the public library, I’m suddenly completely convinced. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
Clutching the man and woman figurines, I know in the deepest part of my soul that Adam and Eve are not just a story; they are real. God did create a man and a woman; the very first account in the Bible is not a happy legend; it’s absolutely real. The realization dawns on me in a second, and I’m instantaneously absolutely positive.
I know the story, the story that starts with creation and flows through the fall, Abraham, Jacob, Moses, all the way through Jesus Christ and the Apostles. I know the story and I know it’s true. It’s true and the truth of the story of the Bible affects every aspect of my life.
Plastic animals still gripped in my little hands, the sounds of a library’s play place all around me, I’m heart and soul convinced that the stories of the Bible are real, and in that moment, I’ve committed to live my life based on that truth.
Children’s toys on a library play table. Plastic toys and a soul-deep turning point in my faith, in my life.