Exceedingly and Abundantly

My brother and I could not have more different learning to read stories.  I was a fluent reader by the age of four.  Keep in mind that I was raised by the village while my mom was in college.  And that Ma Patra valued education.

My village included two aunts that were teachers.  Neither one of them played around about ANYTHING.  And I was inquisitive.  I constantly asked what billboards, signs, and books said.  I NEEDED TO KNOW!!!  There was whole world going on around me, and I felt left out.

So out came the red books.  It wasn’t hard.  I loved it!  I had found my thing.  I was such a great reader that my kindergarten teacher would give me books to read to the class while she did paperwork.

I love to read.  My mom would take us to the library every week when we were little.  We were able to check out five books each.  And I would devour them.  My grandma took us to the library every week in the summer while we stayed in St. Louis.  I have been a library member of every city that I’ve moved to as an adult.  Buying books was too expensive.  I read them too quickly.

I didn’t have much interaction with my biological father growing up.  But I do remember him giving me $100 for my birthday one year.  What do you think I did with the money?  I bought a bike…and books!

Did I mention that I love reading?  So, it’s a little distressing that I haven’t been able to read lately.  I can read the Bible, my Sunday School book, and my book for Wednesday night class, but that’s it.  It’s the weirdest thing ever. 

The only conclusion I’ve come to is that God doesn’t want me to confuse any voice with His own.  That I need to be clear headed and level minded.  Whatever it is, it’s greater than me.  It’s bigger than me.  It’s exceedingly and abundantly above all that I can ask or think.  #wepreach