He decreed statutes . . . which He commanded our ancestors to teach their children, so the next generation would know them, even the children yet to be born, and they in turn would tell their children. (Psalm 78:5, 6, NIV)
In the hospital room, my newborn grandson, Logan, wraps teensy-weensy fingers around my pinky finger. I drink up the smell of a newborn infant. A grandson! Wahoo!
I’m thrilled to be a Grammy. Think of the possibilities: happy-face peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches. Spaghetti noodles with baby trees (some call broccoli) on the side. Guitar singalongs and snuggle with Grammy time. Up for a pony ride, Logan?
For twenty-five years my friends and I have prayed for the next generation. Passionate words of strength and commitment over our sons and daughters. We’ve asked our heavenly Father to show them how to lead their peers. And we’ve sought to break patterns of iniquity that would derail our families from God’s plan.
If our relationships were airline flights, we’d bring our children on board as we travel. The North Pole of frosty stares in the middle of ice storm grudges. The Sahara of barren spiritual plains that fill our shoes with sand. The heart of the Amazon Rainforest of lush growth. For that matter, the heart of Amazon.com found in the books we buy and devour, one after the other.
I pray that you and I forgive each other loudly and often. I pray we forgive ourselves and laugh out loud at our own mistakes. I pray that our children and grandchildren catch and multiply the grace that fills our homes.
Picture the family member who’s the most challenging to you. What climate best represents your relationship? How does the dynamic of that relationship influence others in the family?
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