Fear at a young age!

It was the summer of 1954, and the new school year would be starting soon. My sister Brenda was so excited she was going to be in first grade and she couldn’t wait to see her friends again. I didn’t know what it was all about but I was excited too. Mom had spent almost the whole summer making our new school clothes that I couldn’t wait to show off. When the day finally came fear engulfed me. This was my earliest memory of fear, five years old starting kindergarten. I grabbed my moms hand when I saw how huge the school looked. My mom had told me my name would be on the door of my classroom. When I looked at the large doors there were too many for me to count. Which one has my name on it, I wondered. Then I began to cry and through my tears, I said: “I can’t read.” Mom assured me she would find the right classroom that displayed my name. When she opened the door I saw what looked like a hundred kids all my size and I didn’t know anyone. I felt like I was going to throw up so I told my mom I was sick. I wish I could say I stayed that first day but my mom took me home. It wasn’t until later in my life that I realized that Jesus was with me. I was never alone in Isaiah 41:10 it states, ” Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.