A woman of high intellect and special artisan skill, my Grandma loved to make out of what the Creator has created.
I remember stepping into her workshop and taking in the wonder of exquisitely handcrafted dollhouses and delicately designed furniture. Her shop danced with goodness before my girlhood eyes.
Putting her talents to use and making from the Creator’s creation was indeed a joy to my Grandma . . . but her greatest joy was in knowing the Creator Himself.
Countless hours she spent in His Word, studying the Hebrew and Greek languages, digging deep into the riches of the Bible.
She never stopped learning, discovering, and delighting in the Bible . . . and especially in it’s Author.
This special love for Jesus and His Word was passed from my Grandma to my mom, who holds fast to the truth as she too loves Jesus and follows Him closely, spending time daily in His Word.
We will not hide them from their children, but tell to the coming generation the glorious deeds of the Lord, and His might, and the wonders that He has done. ~~Psalm 78:4
Having two generations of godly women before me has enriched my life greatly and it has encouraged me to open the Word with my children . . . the next generation.
Seven years ago as we began our first year of homeschooling, I decided with a fresh enthusiasm to read the Bible to my children each morning after breakfast.
But habits are not easily formed and my initial enthusiasm quickly waned as I would find myself caught up with the pressing needs of home—having skipped our morning Bible reading.
Quite frequently it was my children who steered me back on the path as they would ask, “Mom, aren’t we going to read the Bible today?”
Not wanting to disappoint them—I would step away from what seemed more important and gather my children as we opened the Word together.
While gathering my children as we opened the Word may sound idyllic, the reality is that the early days of our devotions were frequently filled with interruptions, goofing, and plenty of noise—which would leave me quite discouraged.
But by the grace of God and through His tender working in our lives, we pressed on, and our new habit began to be a normal part of our days.
Over time little ones learned to sit quietly as they worked on coloring or crafts, and older ones provided examples of listening well and helping with the reading.
I believe that when children hear or read from the powerful Word of God day after day . . . a foundation is laid, understanding dawns, and godly wisdom takes root.
I pray that as my children hear and read the Word—they will know Him, have a healthy fear of His amazing power, and understand His great love and mercy towards each one of them.
And so, as my Grandma and my mom exemplified so well to the coming generations, I press on in the devotion of knowing the Word of God and sharing it with my children.
O God, from my youth you have taught me, and I still proclaim your wondrous deeds.
So even to old age and gray hairs,
O God, do not forsake me,
until I proclaim your might to another generation,
your power to all those to come.
Your righteousness, O God,
reaches the high heavens.
You who have done great things,
O God, who is like you?
~~ Psalm 71:17-19