Psalm 78

1 O my people, hear my teaching;
listen to the words of my mouth.

2 I will open my mouth in parables,
I will utter hidden things, things from of old-

3 what we have heard and known,
what our fathers have told us.

4 We will not hide them from their children;
we will tell the next generation
the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD,
his power, and the wonders he has done.

5 He decreed statutes for Jacob
and established the law in Israel,
which he commanded our forefathers
to teach their children,

6 so the next generation would know them,
even the children yet to be born,
and they in turn would tell their children.

7 Then they would put their trust in God
and would not forget his deeds
but would keep his commands.

These are pictures we took while at my grandpa’s house in Oklahoma over Christmas break….the house where I lived when I was a little girl.

So many memories.

Walking down the long driveway to the mailbox with my grandpa.

Checking the garden to see if any tomatoes were ready to pick or if the water needed turned off or on.

Watching grandpa play horseshoes in the shade of tree.

Sliding down the old metal slide – hot from the summer sun.

Simple memories.

But, oh so precious.

I want my kids to know what my childhood was like, so when I am gone they can remember what “mom” did when she was a little girl and if they want to they can share these memories with the ones who come after them. It’s our history.

I think that’s what the Psalmist meant when he wrote this Psalm.

There is history in the Bible that needs to be shared with our children.


So they can tell their children.


So they can tell their children.

And on and on and on. Why?

Because we want our children to put their trust in God and keep His commands.

So even as I walk through this present valley of grief I find myself looking back to what God did for me in my grief nearly 17 years ago when we lost our daughter.

He carried me.

He never abandoned me.

He lifted me out of the pit…..over and over again.

And I trust Him to do it over and over again even now. He is my Rock. My Fortress. My Deliverer.

Just as I look back on my childhood with fond memories, I look back on my former grief and I feel peace. Peace knowing that God is the same today as He was yesterday and the day before and the day before.

He hears my cries.

And He answers.

Looking back and thanking Him,