May He Be On Our Lips

 

May He Be On Our Lips

Joshua 4:21 “And he spake unto the children of Israel, saying, When your children shall ask their fathers in time to come, saying, What mean these stones?22 Then ye shall let your children know, saying, Israel came over this Jordan on dry land.”

     My son made a viable request lately.  “Hey, can we get it down in writing?”  A record he desires to share with his daughters.  God’s faithfulness has long been experienced by our primary family.  I journalled and caught some occurrences by the pen, but those books have disappeared.  What we have still is the enlightening of the Holy Ghost.

     While it still is called today, let us rehearse His goodness.  In other words, when Thanksgiving or Christmas give us time to get together let us front load our conversations.  Like staging cargo to be released in time, we can bundle memories.

     But why look in the rearview mirror when today’s drive directs our eyes somewhere off the road and to the scenery?  We who are advanced are challenged to say, “Hey! Look at the hay!”  A popular joke my family had when Mom cut our bickering or boredom on long trips.

     “What are these stones for?”  Sometimes the little ones don’t ask.  They are on cruise control assuming it’s always been this way.  Interjection and punctuation in the sentences of life are needed to stop the run on thoughts.

     He commands us.  “Out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks.”  Do you want them to pick up the baton?  Then apply the ketchup and mustard in spicing up the common discussion.

     “Praise the Lord!  Thank God!”  These phrases are handy.  We are to open family windows to fresh air letting little ones know how we interact with the outside.  The world spins about us but we provide interpretation.  Seeing God and spying His working takes personal training, but we must discipline ourselves if we are to complete His command.

     Pass it on.

 

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