However, take care and be earnestly on your guard
not to forget the things which your own eyes have seen,
nor let them slip from your memory as long as you live,
but teach them to your children and to your children’s children. – Deut 4: 9

Reflection

This instruction from Moses to the people of Israel, is a timely reminder to us to recall God’s goodness and His mercy.

For me, it hits home strongly as I reflect on it this morning.

Yesterday evening, as I put my son to sleep, he seemed sad.

This sadness had been going on for a few days and even though he had told me so many reasons why he felt ‘the way he felt’, I knew he had still not told me the real reason.

So I sat down with him and asked him, if he was sad because his dad was out of town and his birthday was in two days, and he broke down in tears.

His words were something like, “no one seems to care or remember my birthday, and even when I raise it up, you just say okay but it seems like you don’t really care about it.”

He was referring not about his dad but mainly about my actions as I had seemed too busy to him to remember or care.

I repented and felt bad.

I tried to assure him that I had not forgotten and I really cared, but he wasn’t fully comforted.

Then I felt inspired to tell him about the experience his dad and I went through as a young couple, who were having their first child, three weeks earlier than planned!

As I narrated the state of our unpreparedness, I had just gone for a routine antenatal and was told to get in the following morning…

His dad had to forgo sleep to drive 50 miles back home that morning after a sleepless study weekend and an exam the same morning…

My mum who was scheduled in to arrive in two weeks, to be around for his delivery, was 7,000 miles away in a different country and was yet to have her work leave authorised!

The story went on… he was amused.

Then I told about the real encounter of his birth.

I was in labour for two days and when he was just about to be born, the doctor said he was in the wrong position.

As the doctor slipped out of the room, to plan a C-section, my husband held my hand, put his mouth close to my tummy and started speaking to our son who was still in my womb, gently instructing him in the Name of Jesus, to turn.

As he spoke to our son, I felt movement in my tummy but wasn’t sure what was going on.

When the doctor came back to carry an assessment, we were told that our son had turned, and was now in the right position ready to be born.

Thirty minutes later, he was born into this world through a normal delivery.

As I testified to God’s work, he was so encouraged, and particularly pleased and amazed that even in my womb, he could hear the voice of his father and obey him.

Surely only the power of God can do this.

It is indeed a marvellous thing to testify to God’s work.

My son and his sister who had been listening too, were so encouraged, they gleamed in delight.

And what had initially started as a sad report, eventually turned into a glorious report, of God’s amazing Love, His Power, and His ever abiding Presence with us.

Prayer

Dear Lord Jesus, our prayer today is the instruction of Moses,

We pray not to forget the things which our own eyes have seen

Nor let them slip from our memory as long as we live

But to teach them to our children and to our children’s children.

So that we shall all be living tabernacles of Your praise.

Father we ask this in Jesus Name.

Amen.

 

Always and Forever,

To The Lamb.

With all my love.

07-March-2018