And the Beat Goes On

What’s a great desire of most grandparents? That we get to pass on the good things we have learned to our grandchildren. And what’s the greatest desire of most grandparents who love Jesus?—passing on our faith. Not that we get to hand our faith to the next generation, because it isn’t ours to give. But it is ours to live. If our lives reflect Jesus, hopefully, the generations that follow after us take notice. Our desire is that we want future generations to desire the same love, hope and peace through Jesus that we have found.

As I write these stories, I get to share so many things that happen, not only to friends and strangers that I come into contact with, but also family members. Many times my grandchildren will be part of the writings, and my granddaughter, Kylie, who is nine, loves it. She is a good reader, and when the first SAND Room collection of writings came out in proof form, she enjoyed our mornings together reading a story while she ate her breakfast before school. Once the proof editing was finished, she wanted her very own book, and quickly read it from cover to cover.

The other day, she started to share a story with me, and I think I heard a tone of, “This is a SAND Room story” in her voice. She related the story of a day when she and her siblings were on a picnic with their daddy. They were nearby some railroad tracks, and an old bridge. She asked her daddy if a train would come by while they were there. He told her that he doubted it since the bridge was at least 100 years old. When Kylie heard the sound of a train, her daddy sort of dismissed it. But sure enough, the sound grew, and it wasn’t long until they saw a train approaching. The kids were so excited, and their daddy was surprised. As I listened to Kylie’s story, I asked her if she had thanked God for bringing the train by that day. Since it seemed she was relating a SAND Room story to me, I wanted her to know where we give thanks when God gifts us in those ways in our days. She got the message.

Searching And Noticing the Divine can start young, and should continue on until our dying day. It doesn’t matter if it’s trains, planes, or automobiles...it doesn’t matter if it’s trees, bees, or rainbows, noticing Who it is that is behind the blessings in our day is what’s important. We don’t want to miss a thing that our Father in Heaven is doing each and every day, and we especially don’t want to miss passing that view in life on to our grandchildren. Nothing is sweeter than seeing the glow of our God, and His goodness, light up their eyes as they tell us their own experiences with Him.

Every good and perfect gift is from above.
James 1:17 (NIV)