I remember as a little girl, being in kindergarten. I was playing with a Barbie-like doll and a box of bandaids. Why! I have no idea. The other children were playing loudly in the background while I lingered a long time at this grey cabinet that held all the toys. I was supposed to be putting them back but I was sad about that. Inside, somehow I knew putting them in my pocket was wrong! I heard it deep inside. I heard that voice – you know, that terrible feeling you get when your conscience intervenes in your plans.

I wanted that doll. I knew the teacher wouldn’t let me have it, and the bandaids were always needed at my house. I don’t remember getting home, or exactly when the doll fell out in front of my mom but I do remember the morning she demanded I take them back and confess! Yes, in front of everyone!

How does a five-year-old child develop a conscience? I had never stolen anything before that. I don’t remember any instructions on the matter before that dreadfully embarrassing day. Someone was instructing, teaching, and trying to mold me. Psa 119:11  Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee.  No I didn’t hide his word in my heart, but He promised to do just that, and He has.

Since then I love His word and I have studied it to Hide it in my heart that I might now sin against Him