God has put in each of us His finger print. Some would say that it's a hole that can only be filled by him. Do we understand those places are there in us or on us, if we don't know him? I think no,? though even before I learned who Jesus Christ was I knew that this world was made by a greater power.
The first time I remember talking to God was when I was two I think. It was because of beauty, color, smell, sound and a race to the mail box with my uncle Tony. It was fall and my family was spending time in wisconsin during the Autumn season. I thanked God for the grass and the lake, the beautiful trees and for the smells of lake and fish.
I sat on someone's lap on the boat in the lake maybe it was uncle Tony again. It was moving fast, I leaned over the side of the boat and felt the water rush hard and cold on my finger tips.
I don't remember talking about God with my family, I only remember this natural world speaking to me about him. when I was five someone told me the story of Jesus Christ. God alowed me to understand. He helped me to chose to believe in His Son. It was summer 1980 and I was outside on cool green grass under a blue sky.