Let me take you back, back to when I was small. To one of the times, I can remember going to my grandma's. I was about five at the time or maybe less. She would sit us down next to her bed when my mom drops up off before work.
As I and my sister lay there before falling back asleep and I can remember looking up to see her reach for a little Bible she kept next to her bed on a chest of drawers.
We can all remember a book like this, the pages are faded and the spine is wrinkled from her endless seeking of God's face. I remember this so much not because of the stories of angels, kings, and giants. But because of how she read it with passion and belief of someone who knows the father.
These are the things you remember when you talk and teach your children.

© Anthony Sanders