I grew up spending my summers on Cape Cod where both of my grandparents had invested in homes for their families. One home was on a lake, the other near the bay. Those were joyful, long, lazy summer days filled with many many books, magnificent sand castles, lots of fishing, sunburns, great meals, and untold wonderful childhood memories. Now as adults, Beall and I look forward to occasional opportunities to visit the Texas coast, find a secluded spot away from the masses where we can build memories with our children crafting sand castles or even catching a few waves.
We had one such time this last weekend, but dedicated Friday to watching the CNN broadcast of the funeral of President Reagan with all of our children from morning to night, with just a couple of hours to visit the beach in the afternoon. My children got an ongoing commentary on the history of the men and women participating in the funeral, as well as the enormous significance of the event. It was a blessed discipleship opportunity that (uncharacteristically) involved what we affectionately term “The Babylon Box.”
Above is Joshua’s Jericho which was successfully defeated, and its walls “come a tumblin’ down,” but this time by the waves of the Lord.
Daddy and Howard Honor Phillips
Liberty prepares to take a wave.