|Inheritance of past Godly generations that walked faithfully before God.|
Joshua 4:4-7 - Joshua called out the twelve men whom he selected from the People of Israel, one man from each tribe. Joshua directed them, "Cross to the middle of the Jordan and take your place in front of the Chest of God, your God. Each of you heft a stone to your shoulder, a stone for each of the tribes of the People of Israel, so you'll have something later to mark the occasion. When your children ask you, 'What are these stones to you?' you'll say, 'The flow of the Jordan was stopped in front of the Chest of God as it crossed the Jordan -- stopped in its tracks. These stones are a permanent memorial for the People of Israel.'" (MSG)
I have been revisiting my stones of remembrance. Those places throughout my life where I met God. Standing on the edge of the waters that He parted, I can take my children down memory lane of His faithfulness. I also prepare my heart to pass my memories of His faithfulness on to the next generation. Recently I was asked to write out my testimony...that began the flow. Later, I looked at the decor in my home...stones of remembrance.
- My childhood years with Godly Parents - accepting Christ at the age of 5
- My creative side, which was encouraged through my parents - sewing, high school photography, cross-stitching, painting, cooking and dance
- My years of pregnancies - the doll's name is Fertile Mertyle
- My young years of motherhood - photo with our firstborn... after two miscarriages
- My dancing bear - reminder of my years of dance training- now it says "I Love You", a gift from my daughter
- 27 years of dedicating myself to motherhood and the home
- creative pursuits - smocking, cross-stitching, sewing, interior design business, painting, cooking -"home-making"
- home schooling 22 years
- marriage of 30 years to a Godly man, whom I met at the young age of 15
I have worn alot of different hats, but the one I treasure the most is "daughter of the Most High God." My Bible is marked with spiritual Stones of Remembrance. The pages are worn because each time I stood at edge of waters that seemed to want to drown me, God spoke through His word. The waters parted and I walked to the other side, having placed my Stones of Remembrance on His ground of victory.