A Parent's Reward

Bringing forth again the scripture I mentioned in the "Shabbat Shalom" entry below; it bears repeating, since it marked the beginning of our Sabbath honorings, and recently when we were out of town, Raechel honored the Sabbath without us, making the challah and the brisket, and involving Naomi in this precious way.  She is singing, "Baruch Attah, Adonai..."

"Behold: The heritage of Adonai is children; the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of youth. Praiseworthy is the man who fills his quiver with them;" (Psalm 127:2-5)

Prayer Book

In the course of a wonderful "explore", as Pooh would say, of my favorite used book store, my nearly two year old granddaughter left the shelter of the children's book section and dove into the adult stacks all on her own, with me lurching along trying not to lose her.  I lost sight of her for one moment, and then she rushed at me from behind a corner, holding a book out that she had chosen for my pleasure.  It all happened so fast, I cannot imagine how she found it.

A Prayer Book for Jews in the American Armed Forces, in Hebrew and English, published in 1945, or the year 5705 on the Hebrew calendar.  Only God could have placed that book in her hands.

This is the same bookstore in which I found a Hebrew-English New Testament, the exact edition I had less than a week prior given to a Jewish friend fluent in Hebrew who did not know the Lord Yeshua.  It is a rare book, and I was startled to find it so soon again, except that God does work mysteriously.

That friend fluent in Hebrew, my old school mate, has recently died.  I pray that she opened the book and partook of the treasures contained therein.  Who would not be compelled by the unfathomable depths of the New Testament, by words such as this:

"To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved." (Eph 1:6)