© 2018 Lynn Abbott
When I was a little girl, I feared heaven. Of course, I feared hell–that place of outer spiritual and physical darkness–more.
And so, even though I was terrified of a heaven where I would stand before a Holy God in all my imperfection, I desperately tried to be good lest I displease Him, and be relegated to that “other place.”
My parents loved me unconditionally. And they gave me grace. God, on the other hand, seemed far off. And His expectations high.
I can recall that as early as age 7, I resolved each morning to become acceptable to God. Then, I got out of bed. And it was all down hill from there.
“How much trouble can a 7-year-old get into?” you ask.
“Trouble a plenty,” is my reply…
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