Be strong and courageous; do not be frightened or dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. (Joshua 1:9)
This verse has special meaning to me. It was the first verse that I ever memorized. I was about 5 or 6 and learned it in Sunday school. I remember I was able to grasp this one so easily and I still don't know why.
The church I learned this in we attended for a time. It was a big 'ole Baptist church in town. I remember the Sunday schools were held in a house right next to the church. We must have attended it until I was 8 or 9. I can still remember feeling all grown up walking from Sunday school and into the main church to sit with my Mom & brother. I remember watching my Mom take notes in her Bible.
It was on the steps of this church I also made my brother extremely angry with me one Sunday. Not that it was the first (or last) time I did it. We has just returned from our yearly vacation to the Outer Banks. My brother had found THE biggest seashell ever. This thing was huge and beautiful. For some reason it found its way into my hands that morning. Those were the last hands that touched it that day also. Yes, I dropped it and it shattered into pieces. I remember seeing my Mom's face, then slowly looking at my older brother...then hiding behind my Mom. Yes, we still talk about it to this day. I was the worst sister in the world that sunny Sunday.
It's amazing to me how influential Sunday mornings are. The memories of those days stick out more than any other. Getting breakfast, going to church in our best, Sunday lunches after church... I only can hope that the Sunday's I give to my boys gives them memories like I have...minus dropping a monster seashell. :)
This verse has special meaning to me. It was the first verse that I ever memorized. I was about 5 or 6 and learned it in Sunday school. I remember I was able to grasp this one so easily and I still don't know why.
The church I learned this in we attended for a time. It was a big 'ole Baptist church in town. I remember the Sunday schools were held in a house right next to the church. We must have attended it until I was 8 or 9. I can still remember feeling all grown up walking from Sunday school and into the main church to sit with my Mom & brother. I remember watching my Mom take notes in her Bible.
It was on the steps of this church I also made my brother extremely angry with me one Sunday. Not that it was the first (or last) time I did it. We has just returned from our yearly vacation to the Outer Banks. My brother had found THE biggest seashell ever. This thing was huge and beautiful. For some reason it found its way into my hands that morning. Those were the last hands that touched it that day also. Yes, I dropped it and it shattered into pieces. I remember seeing my Mom's face, then slowly looking at my older brother...then hiding behind my Mom. Yes, we still talk about it to this day. I was the worst sister in the world that sunny Sunday.
It's amazing to me how influential Sunday mornings are. The memories of those days stick out more than any other. Getting breakfast, going to church in our best, Sunday lunches after church... I only can hope that the Sunday's I give to my boys gives them memories like I have...minus dropping a monster seashell. :)
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