When my son Jackson was dedicated to God on my husband’s first Father’s Day, we were given a soft, cloth Bible especially for babies. And every day for more than a year, I would read that book to Jackson in the morning for his devotion time.
Jackson’s baby Bible has endured every kind of mess on its pages, been washed and dried countless times, and been read again and again.
Just recently I started watching a newborn a few days a week, and suddenly that well-loved baby Bible appeared again, after both my children had moved onto new copies of Scripture.
Jackson picked it up and looked over the pages his once tiny hands used to grasp. He brought it over to the new baby in the house, leaned in close, and began to read its timeless truth to her. She couldn’t get enough of the bright colors and my son’s sweet voice as he read to her.
A child is never too young to hear God’s Word and to feel His love. Just as I used to read this book to Jackson, impressing on his young heart God’s story, he now is reading and sharing God’s message.
But my life is worth nothing unless I use it for doing the work assigned me by the Lord Jesus — the work of telling others the Good News about God’s wonderful kindness and love.
– Acts 20:24
Discipleship begins in the home. God has given me an amazing mission field, and charged me with the responsibility to tend to the harvest. Right now, “going into all the world” is in my kitchen and my living room and the back yard on the swing set. I am to be actively making disciples, teaching my children, and others entrusted to me, to observe God’s commands. (See Matthew 20:18-20)
As as our lives intertwine and center around the Gospel, God’s presence is made known.
Even as my son reads his baby Bible to another child, God’s story is being shared. And Jesus, who is the Word of God, draws us close.