Children

"Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD:" ~Ps 127:3~

Since the beginning of the summer I've had the chance to work with different age groups in various situations. Teaching the 4&5's, counseling in the 15-18yr. old girls cabins, getting ready to help with 1st graders in VBS, playing with the Youth Pastor's baby. The more I've thought about it, Psalm 127:3 doesn't necessarily have to apply to parents. Those of us that work with children know what a blessing they can be. The word heritage means an heirloom- these special people that God has allowed us to work with are treasures. And each one is different in their own unique way.
The baby has no care in the world except to eat, play and smile at everyone.The young ones are so frank with what they say and how easily they tell you they love you. The middle aged ones are so excited about learning and discovering things. The teen girls I worked with are at the age of trying to figure out what it means to know God and live for Him but they have all these struggles of being a teenager too. Each age is at a different stage in life and yet each one still needs guidance to help them in their lives with Christ.
I've heard others say that they "love babies" or they "love working with teenagers" and I know what they mean, but I think I've discovered that to me it doesn't matter what age they are, I love working with them. I love each group and I look forward to the day when Lord willing I may have children of my own.
The Lord showed His love for children in Matt. 19:14, "But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven." Children are the future generation, they need to be our focus, winning them to Christ and helping them grown to be the next spiritual leaders. Well, enough of my rambling, I think I've discovered one thing: I Love Children, no matter how different they may be!

*Sidenote:The picture is one of my sister Erin(with the curly hair), my cousin Jake,and my other cousin Tristyn(in the pigtails). It was taken years ago at a Davis family reunion.*