Goodnights have been said. Everyone is tucked in for the night. And the familiar hushed voices come from the last door on the hall. Every night older brother reads a children's Bible to younger brother, huddled in a secret meeting beside their nightlight. Last night they read about God parting the Red Sea, a subject that was still fresh in their minds at breakfast this morning. This nightly fraternal meeting is especially precious because it was their idea, and my soul thrills to see brother leading brother. All arguments and misunderstandings and he-won't-pick-up-his-toys are put to rest when that Bible comes out each night. And I pass by their room, my heart full and so very thankful for these little glimpses into God's inner workings in their hearts.
