{"id":603,"date":"2026-01-30T18:52:40","date_gmt":"2026-01-30T09:52:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/primitivechristianitystudy.org\/?p=603"},"modified":"2026-02-02T18:44:30","modified_gmt":"2026-02-02T09:44:30","slug":"pensees%ef%bc%9achildhood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/primitivechristianitystudy.org\/?p=603","title":{"rendered":"Pens\u00e9es\uff1aChildhood"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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When I was a child, we were poor.
It was just my mother and me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think it was in first grade.
One day, my classmates gave me pencils as a present.
I don\u2019t remember whether it was because we were too poor to buy them,
or simply because I was forgetful and often went to school without a pencil.
But I think my teacher may have spoken kindly for me, saying something like,
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t have a father.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In second grade, my mother remarried.
But my new father was someone I could not understand.
And I think I was someone he could not understand either.
Sadly, our hearts never truly connected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We stayed poor for quite a while after that.
We lived in a small apartment, just one room.
The top shelf of the closet became my \u201croom.\u201d
I was happy about that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But at night, I was afraid of the dark.
I couldn\u2019t close the sliding door all the way.
When night came, I would start to cry,
even though I didn\u2019t really know why.
The tears just wouldn\u2019t stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think that was when my dreamy nature began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When someone asked me, \u201cDo you want it?\u201d
I would answer, \u201cEither way.\u201d
I couldn\u2019t say \u201cYes, I want it\u201d straight out.
I didn\u2019t know how to lean on someone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think I was more afraid of being rejected than anything else.
Even now, when I see a child clinging happily to their father,
I find myself thinking, That\u2019s nice\u2026<\/em>
Maybe the feelings we carry as children stay with us for our whole lives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because of that, even after I began to study the Bible
and learned about the \u201cHeavenly Father,\u201d
I couldn\u2019t simply run to Him and depend on Him.
I didn\u2019t even know how to approach a father in the first place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I admire Him.
How wonderful to be loved by Father!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n


But I am like a child who stands quietly to the side
while other children rush joyfully toward Jesus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And yet\u2014
Jesus notices me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When our eyes meet, He gives me a gentle wink.
Inside, my heart is so happy it feels like it might burst.
But I grow shy, lower my eyes, and look down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps that is where I am right now
in my relationship with Father Jehovah, His Son Jesus, and me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The word \u201cfaith\u201d feels too big for me.
Honestly, it doesn\u2019t quite fit.
I often think my faith is still like a child\u2019s pretend play.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And yet\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For Jehovah,
for Jesus,
I could die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That much is true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Feel free to leave a comment, please\uff01<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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