Wednesday, May 5, 2010
What's the earliest memory that you have?
My earliest memory was when I was sitting in a high chair in my grandpa and grandma Rhees' kitchen. I had on one of those old hard plastic bibs that comes out in front with a place to catch all your food. I had eaten all my food except my cottage cheese. My mom must have told me that I couldn't get out of the high chair until I had eaten all my food. I really didn't want to eat the cottage cheese so when no one was looking I scooped the cottage cheese into my bib and said I was finished.
I felt so guilty because I had put the cottage cheese in the bib on purpose and knew that I was supposed to eat it. I hoped that no one would notice and they didn't. I got out of the high chair without anyone questioning why the bottom of the bib was full of cottage cheese. I know that I felt really guilty because I haven't ever forgotten what I did.
I probably wasn't over three years old or I wouldn't have been sitting in a high chair. This thought came to me today. The light of Christ (our conscience) was with me when I was born. Even at three years old or younger I knew I was supposed to obey my parents and in this case - eat all my food and I chose not to. I knew what I had done wasn't right, but I did it anyway. I made a wrong choice.
Everyone is born with the light of Christ. When we make choices that are wrong the light gets dimmer and we aren't as sensitive. When we continue to make right choices the light stays strong and we maintain a strong conscience that guides us throughout our life. I learned at an early age how I felt when I used my free agency and deliberately chose to make wrong choice.
I guess I should tell my parents after 55 years. Maybe they'll read my blog post and I won't have to. Ha!