A few nights ago around the dinner table, Dan and I began reminiscing of some of the supernatural stories we had the first few years that we lived in Florida. There was the time my oldest daughter was set to be born and we had really bad insurance so the doctor waited a couple of days before he induced me. Our insurance changed on a Monday and I had her by C-section on a Thursday. There was the time when my husband knew he was supposed to work for this one company and essential called them every week, and sent the boss a get well card. When one job ended, he never missed a day of work. He went right to the job he knew God had wanted him to get. There was the time we bought our first house and technically neither of us had a job because the place Dan was working ran out of work on a Wednesday and we closed on the new house on a Friday, and in faith we went through with it. All turned out well. There was the time that God spoke to us specifically about where on the internet to look for the job Dan’s worked at for the last 10 years. There was one job under this particular search engine word and it fit his qualifications exactly. There was the time we bought this house and the funding on the sale of the other house fell through at the last minute and we weren’t sure how it was all going to work out, but it did. As we began listing these stories our girls were going, “What? Why didn’t you ever tell us this?” Truthfully I don’t know how they didn’t know. They lived through all of it.
Dan and I bought the picture above several years ago. It hangs in my living room. We bought it because I had read Joshua 3-4 about God instructing the Israelites to make a memorial where God dried up the water of the Jordan and they were able to cross.
4 So Joshua called together the twelve men he had appointed from the Israelites, one from each tribe, 5 and said to them, “Go over before the ark of the Lord your God into the middle of the Jordan. Each of you is to take up a stone on his shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the Israelites, 6 to serve as a sign among you. In the future, when your children ask you, ‘What do these stones mean?’ 7 tell them that the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the Lord. When it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever.”
Likewise, when God shifting some things in our lives I felt we were instructed to get something to remind us what He’d brought us through so that we could remember to tell our children. It would be our own person monument. Dan and I settled on this picture. As much as I thought these stories were ones my children had known, it turned out they didn’t. Perhaps I wasn’t as much of a Ninja Housewife as I thought. **Grin**
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
We had a long talk that night, where Dan and I told the girls all the stories, and repeated them and then some. I hope it’s a reminder to us all that we continue to share with our children and our grandchildren the stories of what God has done in our lives. If you don’t have your own children in your life, then by just sharing your testimony with those around you is bringing legacy. When you have a God story, proclaim it. Don’t hide it under a bushel. May our testimonies continue to echo for generations. May he continue to bring stories in our lives that we can tell those around us as a testimony of His faithfulness and goodness.
Remember God has awesome plans for your life. Get excited!