experiencing the light

The first time I felt the warmth, sensed his presence, and experienced the light, I was a child of 5 years old.  I remember vividly the day.  I sat, dejected and forlorn on my bed.  My room was small and sharing it with my older sister made the space even tinier.  She and I were worlds a part in our thinking and our being.  Often, we were in conflict.  The windows were to my right, as I cried on my bed.  It was windy, too, as the shadows of the branches of the old white oaks danced across the the floor.  Spiritedly, those shadows would jerk.  What seems like eons of time passed as I waited in my prison, comforted only by the light.  This light was warm and enduring, wrapping me in a thick blanket, holding me close.  And then a gentle knock, and a strained voice shook me out of my reverie.  It was my first encounter with sin, and while I don't remember the infraction...quite possibly insolence, I remember the weight of my depravity.  I was a sinner and needed saving.  The light would save me that day as my mother led me in the prayer of salvation.