Page 337 - The Story of My Lif

She never asked the meaning of such words, nor made any comment when they

occurred; and until February, 1889, no one had ever spoken to her of God. At
that time, a dear relative who was also an earnest Christian, tried to tell her about
God but, as this lady did not use words suited to the comprehension of the child,
they made little impression upon Helen’s mind. When I subsequently talked with
her she said: “I have something very funny to tell you. A. says God made me and
every one out of sand; but it must be a joke. I am made of flesh and blood and
bone, am I not?” Here she examined her arm with evident satisfaction, laughing
heartily to herself. After a moment she went on: “A.

says God is everywhere, and that He is all love; but I do not think a person can
be made out of love. Love is only something in our hearts. Then A. said another
very comical thing. She says He (meaning God) is my dear father. It made me
laugh quite hard, for I know my father is Arthur Keller.”

I explained to her that she was not yet able to understand what had been told her,
and so easily led her to see that it would be better not to talk about such things
until she was wiser.

She had met with the expression Mother Nature in the course of her reading, and
for a long time she was in the habit of ascribing to Mother Nature whatever she
felt to be beyond the power of man to accomplish. She would say, when
speaking of the growth of a plant, “Mother Nature sends the sunshine and the
rain to make the trees and the grass and the flowers grow.” The following extract
from my notes will show what were her ideas at this time:

Helen seemed a little serious after supper, and Mrs. H. asked her of what she was
thinking. “I am thinking how very busy dear Mother Nature is in the
springtime,” she replied. When asked why, she answered: “Because she has so
many children to take care of.

She is the mother of everything; the flowers and trees and winds.”