When I was a little girl, my mom would wake me up every Sunday morning. She would dress my in a frilly, 90's-style dress, with a pair of white, lacy socks. Then, she would cart me and my sister off to church in our green car. When we got there, I would go down to the church basement and sit on the brown, carpeted floor.
I remember the children's songs we would sing. I remember some of the kids I would play with. I remember the name of my teacher (Miss Julie) and the layout of the room really well. But unfortunately, I don't remember hardly any of the Bible stories. Particularly, the ones out of the Old Testament.
After I got married, I realized that my memory of many of the other Old Testament stories was extremely cloudy. But, I honestly didn't care that much. I believed that the God of the Old Testament was mean and cruel. I believed that the Old Testament stories were too old, boring, and outdated. I believed the Old Testament wasn't even needed. In fact, I didn't understand why the Bible even had it in there! I believed that there was no need to read it, as long as I understood the life of Jesus and the truths of the New Testament.
I was so, so wrong.
Years later, the Old Testament is now my absolute favorite! I love sitting down to read it. In fact, more often then not, when I need comfort or help, I turn to the Old Testament far more than I do to the New.