Sheena Page Three

Sheena grew terrified of doctors. Both girls would scream loud and long, for each doctor visit, continuously. In order for me to hear the doctor say anything, I had to go out in the hallway with him, while the nurse stayed with the babies. Sarah finally took charge of this situation, and cured Sheena, by her own bravery, when they were four.

Sheena loved stories with a rare intensity. I still can see her small form, with those deep blue eyes, (darker blue than Sarah's) fixed upon me, entranced in the story I was reading her.

They were both so interested in home school, because we were a home schooling family, that I bought a K-4 program, and they eagerly absorbed it, learning to read the names of all of their sisters and brothers, which was no small feat! Also, of course, colors, counting, drawing lines from one point to another, etc.

It was wonderful, home schooling Sheena in Kindergarten. She understood phonics with no trouble, and also memorized sight words, as I used a dual approach to learning to read.

Sheena had been telling me since she was three years old that she wanted to become a Christian, like the rest of us. I kept teaching her of the Lord, and yet I kept telling her she was not quite old enough yet. I wanted her to be certain she understood, first. Well, all of a sudden, one day, just before her sixth birthday, she came running to me all excited. "Mommy, guess what!" She exclaimed, her whole face alight with joy. "What?" I could not imagine. "I just prayed in my bedroom, and asked Jesus to come in my heart, and He did, and I'm a Christian now!" You could not imagine my amazement. My response was immediate: "Oh, honey, I'm SOOOO excited! Oh, would you pray again with me? God won't mind if you pray it again, so I can be there, and hear you!" So we went to her room, and indeed, she did pray, asking Jesus to forgive her sins, come into her heart to be her Savior, and to stay with her all her life, helping her to be good, and to take her to Heaven some day. I was ecstatic. This little daughter had spent much time, looking at the pictures in her child's Bible, by herself, or with Sarah, who also did this, for three years, in her little rocking chair in her room, saying the Bible stories out loud to herself. (I had taught her the stories, and she would look until she found the picture that matched the story she kept in her mind.) This little daughter's conscience was keen and alive. She really understood. And she was really saved. What a glorious day that was!