Wet Cement

I call to remembrance the genuine faith that is in you, which dwelt in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice, and I am persuaded in you also.

II Timothy 1:5

Two little boys once pressed their bare feet into the soft cement of a freshly paved street and ran away leaving deep footprints. A few days later, after the cement had hardened, a circus parade complete with elephants marched down the same street, Not one of the elephants even left a dent in  the pavement. Two little fifty pound boys left impressions in soft cement. Tons of elephants couldn’t make an impression once the cement had hardened. And what is true  of cement  is true of hearts and minds. They are soft and impressionable when they are young-much harder to mark at a later age.

My grandmother was truly a woman who loved God. She passed the love and faith to my mother. My mother has lived her life as a testimony to all of her children. Now we, her two daughters and two sons, are committed to passing the faith on to another generation. My mother is praying for each of her children daily as we strive to create an atmosphere of love, faith, and prayer in our homes.

Thought:  I will reach out today to make godly imprints on those whose hearts and minds are still soft enough to be impressionable.