Watching and Copying
I can’t get away from it . . . them . . . God’s Word . . . nor do I want to.
Due to the importance of these words . . . I am compelled to place them upon our walls. In fact, Hannah has been commissioned to create such a wall hanging for me. (Remember you could win the Shamah {or any Scripture wall hanging for that matter}.)
Hear, O Israel! The LORD is our God, the LORD is one! You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. These words, which I am commanding you today, shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your sons and shall talk of them when you sit in your house and when you walk by the way and when you lie down and when you rise up. (Deut. 6:4-7)
I have seen evidence of this Scripture at work in my children’s lives.
Because, as I am sure you know, children model what they see . . . the good and the bad.
Which warms my heart and scares me all at the same time.
Because I have boys.
Because I have a little girl.
Both boys and girls need to know God’s Word . . . but so does their mommy.
What if there comes a day when my children don’t see their mom sitting on the couch reading her Bible, journaling, attempting to put God’s Word into her heart?
Scary.
If I’m not in God’s Word then do you know what else I’m not doing?
I’m not praying.
This is potentially even more frightening.
I haven’t been sitting on that couch. But my son has. And he told me that he was because that is what I do for them.
You see, though he hasn’t seen me reading my Bible recently, it is ingrained in his memories of me before my Bible in the morning, he assumed that somehow, somewhere I am still managing to find time to sit before my Father and spend time talking to my Lord about all His little children. (Long sentence.)
I’ve slacked. I’ll be honest.
I can’t, though. I can’t slack.
I have two little boys who are now carrying around their Bibles — racing to see where there is an asterisk in their Bible . . . because then they know that Mommy prayed that verse for them.
And now, they are wanting to copy those verses into their journals . . . because that’s what Mommy does. It must be important if it is being written down.
Gulp. Gotta get back to work.
No, not work.
Gotta get back to the honor of escorting the needs and concerns of my children before the throne of God.
