Dear God: Several years ago my seven and three-year-old grandsons and I went to a friend’s house for a bonfire. The three-year-old was the youngest there, but I wasn’t anywhere nearly the oldest. Don, in his 80s, topped the age charts. But there was no uneasy separation. Many jumped in to help the young boys roast marshmallows and dip apples. Teens helped cook over the open fire—youngsters rubbing shoulders with those who’d cooked like this for decades. Instead of a generational divide, we made a circle of folding chairs around the bonfire.
Thank you for the mix of friends from all ages and all walks of life. Remind me that I can learn and I can teach—it doesn’t matter the age. There’s wisdom in gray hairs and I can be taught by those my junior. Help me to be teachable and not afraid to speak a good word to those of any age.
In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Dee Litten Whited writes from Virginia.
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