Joash was seven years old when he began to reign» (2 Kings 11:21).
Family. For many, even the word brings to mind scenes of happiness and contentment. It always has for me.
By today’s standards, my family was large. I had one sister and two brothers. With Mom and Dad, that made six of us. Whenever we traveled together, we had plenty of luggage to haul around. Except once.
When I was a baby, before my little sister was born, my parents were missionaries in Korea. In June of 1950 Communist forces from the north invaded their neighbors to the south. The city of Seoul, where we lived, was in an uproar with everyone trying to flee at the same time.
The American military forces in South Korea made arrangements for all US women and children to get out of harm’s way by hopping aboard a fertilizer ship bound for Japan. Because of space restrictions, passengers could take only one suitcase each.
Guess what my mom packed in her suitcase? Diapers. Lots of diapers. For me! She left behind her pretty dresses and warm coats. She didn’t pack any extra shoes or socks but simply stuffed her suitcase with diapers. Like Joash of old, I was hidden from harm by someone who cared about me. My mother sacrificed her own wants so that I could stay dry and healthy.
A Christian family is the best reflection of God’s love on earth. Its members care about, make sacrifices for, and constantly support each other. Aren’t you glad you’re a part of the family of God?
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Tomado de: Daily Devotions for Junior 2020
“Eyes of the Crocodile”
From: Charles Mills
Colaboradores: Javier Gadea & Miguel Miguel
