I started teaching the three-year-old Sunday School class when I was only 16. For the last fifty years I have seen countless children come into my classroom.
Some were scared and cried for their parents for weeks. Others marched in ready to play. Some came from wonderful homes where the peace of God permeates all members of the family. Others came from broken homes and lived in turmoil. Some from wealthy families where all their needs were met. Others came to me hungry and dirty wearing ill-fitting shoes. All were in need of love, compassion, and God’s grace. More than that, though, each of these little ones needed prayer.
So, for the last 30+ years, I have spent my evenings making quilts for each one of my students. As I sew, I bring the child’s name before the throne of God asking him to guide that little one for the rest of his life. Then, when it is finished, I present that quilt to the child and his parents letting them know how much God loves that child and that He has a great plan for his life.
I lost count of the number of quilts I’ve made over the years, but I know it’s got to be close to a thousand. A thousand children who have been loved, prayed for, and taught the ways of the Lord. Some of those children are now grown.
Some have become missionaries and pastors. Others have become teachers or leaders in business. I’ve even had some of their children come through my class. It’s so wonderful to see the children of some of my students wrapped in the quilt I made for them decades ago.
I never married and have no children of my own, but I consider each one of my little students my own. My greatest joy is seeing my children love and honor God throughout their lives as they grow into all God has for them.