Our four-year-old granddaughter and I worked outside on the porch on Sunday afternoon transferring my small collection of non-Christmas holiday decorations to some new and more compact storage containers. As we worked, she sang the same first line from a hymn again and again — to her Little’s delight. I’d love to tell you which line it was, but neither she nor I can remember it now.
What I do remember is how much joy it gave me to hear her sweet voice and what a comfort it was to hear those beautiful and faith-filled words coming from her lips. She is speaking what she hears, I thought. When good words go in, they come out. I am profoundly grateful that good words are going in.
We came across our spring decorations during our organizing on Sunday afternoon, so our granddaughter decorated our house for spring. At suppertime, we ate hot dogs at the kiddie table and watched “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”– her request. It was a holiday sort of day at our house on Sunday afternoon.
We often hear that children are sponges. This is true of children, but it is true of all the rest of us, too. We sop up what is around us.
A friend of mine has shared that she works to live her life with intentionality. I love that concept. It takes intentionality to surround our children and ourselves with good stuff to soak up. It’s not easy, but it is possible.
Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable,
whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely,
whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence
and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.