First…a little back story
It seems like yesterday our four children were all babies…oh how well Doug and I remember the days of a booster seat, 2 bulky car seats, and a baby carrier. We have so many stories of their growing up days that I’m sure many of you have heard…probably more than once. Have you heard the story of the ‘car fly’ or the story of the diaper incident when we thought Blake and Cody were napping or what about Brooke’s rendition of the song “I Shall Not Be Moved” when she was two or maybe the story of how Dale sang the “I Know a Song that Gets on Everybody’s Nerves” ALL the way to FLORIDA? We never tire of remembering and sharing stories of our children. If you are a parent or a grandparent, I’m sure you are the same.
Many years ago, I followed the blog of a wonderful Christian woman who had a weekly feature called Memorial Box Monday. (The blog is http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/ . You can check out her blog and see her reasoning and thinking behind how she does her Memorial Box.)
Anyway, it got me to thinking. I’m so quick to tell stories about my children and family. I’ve told my children stories of themselves and our family so that they would have those stories to tell their children. I had to ask myself at the time, do I purposefully tell them stories of God and His goodness and His love and His faithfulness so that they can experience it and then pass it on to their children in the future? I had to answer…not nearly enough. As a matter of fact, many times I would tell stories or recount the events in our lives and tell the details of the event and completely leave God out of it. Did I do that on purpose? No, but was it still wrong? Yes.
Throughout the Bible, we are instructed to teach our children of the faithfulness of God so that they can and will teach their children. In Joshua 4, the Lord instructed Joshua to use stones as a memorial for what the Lord had done for the Israelites when they had crossed the Jordan. We should in some way be doing something so that we not only remember but pass on stories of God’s faithfulness to our kids.
At that time, I decided to make a REMEMBRANCE STONE BOX that sat displayed in our living room for us to see often. If anyone happened to be visiting and asked about the rocks on our coffee table, it opened up a wonderful opportunity to talk about God’s faithfulness to our family. The rocks were a tangible reminder to our family of His grace and mercy in our lives.
Now our kids are all grown up, married, and have families of their own. I pray we never stop talking to our kids and grandkids about God’s faithfulness in our lives. The rocks never lost their meaning to me, but they became impractical to have sitting out in our living room. Now, my recounting of God’s faithfulness has taken on a more intimate personal meaning and method.
Each morning as part of my quiet time, I write out my prayers in a journal and I recall at least one thing I’m thankful for or one way God showed Himself in my day from the day before. After years of doing this now, He never ceases to amaze me when I look back at how He has worked in my life, in my family’s lives. Practically speaking, it’s much easier to store calendars and notebooks than rocks. So for me, the calendars and journals act as my stones of remembrance…a look back to remind myself that God loves me, He takes care of me, and He never leaves me.
How do you purposefully remember God’s work in your life? I’d love to hear from you!