I Got It All Wrong

While talking to my mom tonight I realized how different my life has turned out than what I once thought. At the age of 20 I specifically told God, "I will not marry a minister!" (which I did)At the age of 16 I told my mom "I will never get a tattoo" (Fast forward 1 year to me with a Chinese symbol on my hip). At the age of 8 I knew for sure that my life's calling was to be a "famous" (that word was important) singer. (Still waiting on Nashville to call) At the age of 5 I told my grandmother I was going to marry Michael Jackson. (But he never returned my phone calls) But the thing that stands out the most is the story my mother told me tonight...

At the age of 2 I was riding in the car with my mother on the way to my grandmother's house. I looked over to my mother and very seriously said, "Momma, I don't want to go to Heaven."
"Why?" my mother asked sweetly. "I don't want to go to Heaven because I don't want to see Jesus." "L'Ray, why wouldn't you want to see Jesus?" To which I replied, "I don't want to see Jesus because he has a deard." (Now for all of you who do not speak 2 year old, deard translates to beard) My mother then tried to explain to me that we did not know what Jesus truly looked like and that pictures I might have seen were just what people thought He might look like. I stared out the window in deep thought for several minutes in silence. "Mom, it's ok I'll just go and talk to Mary instead."

I tell that story to say God must have some sense of humor and even though I hate beards to this very day, I love the man that is under it :)