My own children and the many related and unrelated children who
came and went from my home were subject to the same teachings, scolding's and chores,
but.... were they learning?
Fast forward two whole decades into the future, where my grandson
Kye was at the table drawing a picture of a face. The face turned out to
be mine with one squinted eye and another small eye, destined to need glasses. The squinted eye in his drawing was clearly unable to see.
The discussion began, I let Kye know that Jesus performed miracles and put mud
on a blind man's eyes so he could see. It was my secret hope the drawing
of my face soon be the recipient of a miracle and the plight of my vision
deformities might be rendered with sight.
Here's the proof I needed, he has been secretly listening to the
"village" of people sent to care for him. YES! it's working,
the lessons are sinking in.
Drey verified the details of the story for the family and I am
proudly rejoicing in the knowledge and faith in our Heavenly Father, his son
Jesus Christ and the village. I am thankful for their miracles and the
stories that exist in the hearts and minds of my children and
grandchildren.
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