Since childhood, I have had quite an active imagination. During family Bible readings, I would be transported back in time to such places as ancient Egypt or Canaan whenever Mom read from the scriptures. In time, Abraham and Sarah became as real to me as the elderly couple living across the street. Despite her sixth-grade education, God used her mightily to bring the scriptures to life when she read to us.
When I became a parent years later, I also turned to the scriptures to gain insight into the whole parenting thing and was transported once again. It seemed as if I had been in that crowd listening while Moses exhorted the Israelites to take every opportunity to teach their children to obey the Lord’s commandments:
“Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.” (Deuteronomy 11:19)
Consequently, I approached motherhood with a mission to “say it walking” so to speak. Together with our children I read, colored, acted out and otherwise attempted to follow the many suggestions found in Bible story lesson plans we obtained from a variety of sources.
I would love to boast that my creativity and dedication to this endeavor has held my children enthralled from toddlerhood through adolescence but, alas, I cannot make this claim. There are few things more humbling than watching your active and energetic child start to nod off shortly after you begin a Bible lesson.
I have, however, gained a greater appreciation for Mom’s determination to share her faith as she went through the various stages of life before her death in 1996 at age 65. She had raised two children alone after being separated from her abusive alcoholic husband nearly thirty years earlier. By then, Jesus had become so real to her that after suffering for years with debilitating health problems, she expressed her wish to see Him face to face. Within days, God granted her the desire of her heart and we joined the ranks of the motherless.
Mother went to be with the Lord believing by faith that He would both provide water for the seeds she had planted in our lives and that He would give the increase. One day I will get to tell her how her faith has been rewarded in so many ways. I also have a hunch that Abraham and Sarah will turn out to be a lot like she described them to be when we were kids.
Following her example, I will continue to teach my children and pray for the grace to persevere despite the sighing and eye-rolling that often begins at Bible study time. I am persuaded that my faith, too, will be rewarded in time.
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This is a wonderful piece that truly honors your mother's sweet memory.
Well written, timely and just a truthful heartfelt work.
I would encourage you to become a blogger, your words will do much to advance the Kingdom!
Let me know if I can ever be of help.