Whenever the sky looked like this my mother used to take me outside to admire the
unusual cloud pattern. She called it a “buttermilk sky.” She would stare at it dreamily
for several moments and I often wondered what she was recalling. One day I asked her, and she replied that my father used to sing her a song about “buttermilk skies.” It was a tender moment and it is fixed among my memories of her.
But that’s not the extent of it. She often told me how God supplied grocery money
for the remainder of the week when means were sparse. She showed me faithfulness by her committed church attendance and service, year after dedicated year. She taught me
kindness when others were harsh as she turned the other cheek. Her years were
rich with thoughtful deeds for the sick, homebound, and grieving. She shouldered responsibility that wasn’t hers for the care of extended family, and modeled patient care for her home as she unendingly washed, starched, and ironed the ruffles and flounces of those awful “Priscilla Curtains” Dad liked so much. Her faith had hands and feet.
My eyes were small, but growing as I silently observed her life and her legacy of faith
and kindness. Let us earnestly pray that the gift of faith will be modeled, seen, and accepted by those who follow us. For if not, how can faith survive even one generation? If not, the example of a Godly life and a true faith, the most valuable legacy devotedly passed from multiple generations before, like a priceless crystal chalice, will fall and shatter. Dropped forever.
On the other hand, when the legacy of deep love for God and service to Him is successfully passed, then there is no worry or concern for the children and grandchildren. In your heart you know that they are in His hands and no safer place has ever existed. There is a connection of the spirit that cannot be broken, an easy familiarity of spirit recognizing spirit, hearts tuned to the same frequency, eyes focused on the same goals and passions flowing in the same current. There is a sweet and tender knowing that legions of generations have all grasped the scarlet thread of salvation in Jesus Christ, and what has endured for centuries, will again endure into the future.
Let us diligently obey the command of God to teach our children by our words and by
our deeds, and even when we fall or fail, to ask forgiveness and go on. For that is a lesson in itself.
Concerning the ways of the Lord: “You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up.” Deut. 6:7
Classic Christianity
unusual cloud pattern. She called it a “buttermilk sky.” She would stare at it dreamily
for several moments and I often wondered what she was recalling. One day I asked her, and she replied that my father used to sing her a song about “buttermilk skies.” It was a tender moment and it is fixed among my memories of her.
But that’s not the extent of it. She often told me how God supplied grocery money
for the remainder of the week when means were sparse. She showed me faithfulness by her committed church attendance and service, year after dedicated year. She taught me
kindness when others were harsh as she turned the other cheek. Her years were
rich with thoughtful deeds for the sick, homebound, and grieving. She shouldered responsibility that wasn’t hers for the care of extended family, and modeled patient care for her home as she unendingly washed, starched, and ironed the ruffles and flounces of those awful “Priscilla Curtains” Dad liked so much. Her faith had hands and feet.
My eyes were small, but growing as I silently observed her life and her legacy of faith
and kindness. Let us earnestly pray that the gift of faith will be modeled, seen, and accepted by those who follow us. For if not, how can faith survive even one generation? If not, the example of a Godly life and a true faith, the most valuable legacy devotedly passed from multiple generations before, like a priceless crystal chalice, will fall and shatter. Dropped forever.
On the other hand, when the legacy of deep love for God and service to Him is successfully passed, then there is no worry or concern for the children and grandchildren. In your heart you know that they are in His hands and no safer place has ever existed. There is a connection of the spirit that cannot be broken, an easy familiarity of spirit recognizing spirit, hearts tuned to the same frequency, eyes focused on the same goals and passions flowing in the same current. There is a sweet and tender knowing that legions of generations have all grasped the scarlet thread of salvation in Jesus Christ, and what has endured for centuries, will again endure into the future.
Let us diligently obey the command of God to teach our children by our words and by
our deeds, and even when we fall or fail, to ask forgiveness and go on. For that is a lesson in itself.
Concerning the ways of the Lord: “You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up.” Deut. 6:7
Classic Christianity
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