In This Room

by Audrey on September 4th, 2013

So I came downstairs one morning to the sunlight greeting a cheery hello in what used to be our school room. I always loved the room no matter the time of year but I especially love it in the winter simply because the sun's rays don't have to fight with the leaves on the trees to make their way to brighten the room. Though winter is generally a darker time of year, in our home it always brought an extra luster to a room that was filled with so much activity.

So I stopped in my kitchen and fixated on the room for a few moments. I caught a glimpse of my second born with his happy demeanor as he was working at the computer. In my mind he was about twelve. I saw my responsible oldest child helping his younger brother form his letters. I noticed my daughter writing a story with her tongue hanging from the corner of her mouth. And my littlest boy? He was building blocks and asking a zillion questions.

I loved the room. Still do. On the house plans back in 1990, it was labeled "dining room," but actually we've done very little dining in it. A couple of times when we had so many people over that my kitchen couldn't hold them all, I put a table in it but mostly it was for us living life to the fullest with pencils, an easel, desks moved in and out depending on the family dynamic, a closet stuffed full of books, paper, art supplies, and videos. The room has had play dough stuck to the floor and posters taped to the walls. It has had bulletin boards and printers and computers, notebooks, dolls, and children playing store. It has had a sewing machine with fabric and thread everywhere.

I've seen camouflage clothing and deer antlers grace its shelves. A cowboy hat and boots. I've seen Camaro parts and truck stuff in this room. A day bed.

I've experienced reading daily Proverbs and Bible stories in this room with children on my lap and sprawled on the floor. I've settled arguments and heard apologies in this room. I've changed diapers and proofed papers in this room.

The physical appearance of this room has changed a lot since we first moved in over 20 years ago. The wallpaper has come down. The walls have been painted. The school desks have found other locations about our home. The easel has since disintegrated ~ now I have a new one for my grandchildren. But the Bibles, the books and toys and art supplies? They have permanence here in this room because our legacy will continue with who knows how many grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

I want them to be able to grow and learn and play in this room just like their mommies and daddies did. When they come and stay, I want them to see the sun brighten the room in the winter, I want them to discover books and Bible stories at Amma's house. I want to tell them lots of stories about their parents like, "You know when your daddy was a little boy . . ."  and "You know when your mommy was a little girl . . ."  Stories when my children were just as little as my grandchildren are or will one day be. I want to teach them about God from my perspective - in this room - if the Lord allows me the years and the strength and the memory.

That's the essence of Psalm 78, "That they should teach them to their children, That the generation to come might know, even the children yet to be born, That they may arise and tell them to their children, That they should put their confidence in God and not forget the works of God, But keep His commandments."

In this room.

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Kelly E. - September 4th, 2013 at 5:41 PM

Kaye E. - September 4th, 2013 at 8:32 PM
Love all of it!

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