It is raining here in Vermont. I had a pan of lasagna baking in the oven.  The children sat at the table with Bibles in their hands. We took turns reading several chapters. When one would lose their place, they'd sneak over to me and I'd point, with the tip of my pen - to where we were supposed to be. Then the child would sneak back to his spot and follow along until it was his turn to read again. One of the older children asked me a question about a verse. What did it mean? I was delighted. I gave an example. The child offered another possible example. And with that, another Scriptural principal was ingrained into that child's heart.

    When we finished, I lit the candles and served our dinner. We enjoyed a nice hot meal together. The children giggled a lot. I couldn't help but smile......What a precious, special memory......