On the Home Front: Teaching Your Children the Importance of Prayer

I found the following story on the web this evening. It is purportedly a true story, written by Mrs. Caruso herself. I thought I’d share it because of the simple, innocent faith portrayed in the story, some thing I think we all could do with a little more of.

Matthew 21:16 And said unto him, Hearest thou what these say? And Jesus saith unto them, Yea; have ye never read, Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise?

Beverly Caruso didn’t know how much her prayer principles had shaped her

children until their family was in Hong Kong on a short-term missionary trip.

Because it was an unplanned side trip, no one at home knew where they were.

They had spent the last of their money for a night’s sleep. They sat knee to

knee on the beds in that tiny YWCA room. Fifteen-year-old Dave inquired,

“Have you ever been in this situation before?”

“Just what do you mean?” her husband, Pete, asked.

“In a strange country, with no ministry, no money, and no one knowing where

you are?”

Discouragement evident in his voice, Pete answered, “Not all at the same


“Well, then, let’s pray,” Dave said. He went on to pray a faith-filled prayer

that astounded both Pete and Beverly.

The next morning they had breakfast at a nearby mission center. They were

introduced to the couple sitting across the table from them. The couple had

just arrived form the missionary base the Carusos had left three months

earlier. When the couple heard their name they expressed confusion. They

told the Carusos they were on their way to Singapore and had been asked to

hand carry a letter addressed to them. To the Caruso’s amazement the letter

was from friends at home and had been mailed several months earlier. It

contained a check – just the amount we needed to get them to their next place

of ministry.

Psalm 23

Psalms 23:6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

“One Sunday morning the pastor asked all the kids if any of them knew the 23rd Psalm. Several raised their hands but one intrigued the pastor: a little golden-hair girl of about four years old. He called her up front and asked if she was sure she knew the whole Psalm. Her curly locks bounced as she confidently shook her head yes. So, the pastor asked her to recite it for the congregation. Boldly she proclaimed “The Lord is my Shepard and that’s all I want!”. With a huge smile the pastor beamed “Well, she certainly has the concept of the text right”. ”

Truly, what more can we ask? The true and living God looks over us, cares for us, and is with us every minute. He knows our needs before we ask, I dare say even before we know of them. How good it is to be counted among His flock!

The Joy of Childhood

I had a piece published on the web today called The Joy of Childhood.  Here is an excerpt:

I am 40+ now and am greatly enjoying the wonders of childhood.  No, I am not having a midlife crisis.  Nor am I speaking of the daily joys I am blessed with watching my seven month old grandson discover his hands, feet, fingers, etc.  I am speaking of the joy of being a child of God.

You can read the entire article here: http://relijournal.com/christianity/the-joy-of-childhood/.  I hope you enjoy it.

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Little Miracles

This week our first grandchild turned 21-weeks old. We had the two nights and three days total, not successive. It is amazing to see him grow and progress in his motor skills. He has learned to roll over now and, boy, does he know what a spoon is for!  He is also starting to “drink” from a cup now.  And you want to talk about cute, that is.

It is such a blessing to see this little child develop.  To see him discover his fingers, watch his expressions when he tastes new foods, and to hear him express himself in new and different ways, it is just a wonderful thing to be a part of.  I am so thankful to God for allowing me the opportunity to partake in these little miracles.

I don’t know if it is that I am older and more mature or that I am less busied with life or if there is some other reason that I don’t recall these things from when my children were his age as vividly as I wish I did.  But I am certainly grateful for the opportunity to have this “second chance” to experience and relish them now when I less busy, more mature, more patient and more appreciative of the little miracles God grants us.

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Calm Assurance

Yesterday we had the pleasure of watching our grandson. Connor, for several hours and to our surprise he spent the night with us, too.  He’s on a bit of a different schedule then we are; he is late to bed lat to rise, Maw-maw and Papaw, not so much.  In fact, as I write this he is still asleep.

Watching the little fellow lay there so peacefully, without a care in the world, is a something I enjoy a lot.  But the thought comes to mind as to what he will have to face in his life time and it is not quite as an enjoyable thing.  I know how much I have seen the world change, and not mostly for the better, in my lifetime and can only wonder how many different things the young ones we have now will have to face as they grow up.

There is one thing I know for sure amidst the doubts and cares of this world: We serve an unchanging God and He will be there for those children as He is for us.  As the old song says:

How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
And feel the pride and joy he gives;
But greater still the calm assurance:
This child can face uncertain days because He Lives!

Calm assurance it certainly is to have the comfort of knowing that Jesus will be there to help us, our children, and grandchildren and so on through the all of the uncertain times.

Heb 13:5b-6  …for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”  (6)  So we can confidently say, “The Lord is my helper; I will not fear; what can man do to me?”

Lord Jesus,

I am so thankful to know that You are with us always.  Your constant presence gives me the strength to go on toward the prize that awaits me.

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