Children are a gift from God
One of the few joys that I’ve been privileged to experience in this life is my love for children. This time of year in particular I think on the lives I’ve touched through the year and whether I will see some if them again. This got me to thinking what impact have we (parents, teachers, and neighbors) left on those precious seed.
God had a special purpose when he brought children to mind. He could have created all adults, yet the young innocence of a child sprang forth from the seed of a male fertilizing an egg. One step leads to another until that child becomes an adult.
Each step in a child’s life is important to how he or she will blossom into adulthood. What a child learns by the age of five years old sticks with them for life. God gave the job of first teacher to parents.
“Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart,” Proverbs 22:6.
To make the greatest impact on those precious lives we have to start early. As a matter of fact, my parents would say to us, “God gave you to us and it is our job to see that you come up right! It’s not the teacher’s job and it’s not the preacher’s job!”
“God will handle us, the ones He gave you to us,” Mom would often say.
I can recall to this day how mother would start teaching us to read picture books at age two. By age five we had to read to them. Those values stayed with each of us as we taught our children the same.
“Behold children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from Him.” Psalm 127:3
Then my question is, “Why aren’t we embracing the gift of these little ones that God has blessed us with?”
The newspaper, radio and television are full of stories of children being beaten, raped, starved, tortured and killed. Then there is the other side of television that shows the children that have been the victim of such abuse. They tend to dole it out to others in a greater manner.
Recently a close friend went to be with the Lord. She was the mother of 10 children. She not only raised her 10 but clothed, fed, and tended too much of the West End neighborhood. For years, I watched her follow the precepts she had learned from the Bible concerning training up her children. She had a way of making each of them feel so loved that the individual would think he or she was the favorite child. In fact, that is how she embraced the neighborhood kids also.
I would like to encourage the people reading this article to help create an environment that doesn’t rob the innocence of the children so that they can be naturally happy and learn life in the stages in which they were meant. Therefore, I’m shouting from the rooftop, “If we plant love we create an environment for love!”
The writer can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.