I took my newborn daughter to church today for the first time. What a wonderful thing, to have a child, what a wonderful thing to see their car-seat sitting on the floor of the sanctuary. The Holy Spirit brought to my mind the grace that God has poured down through the generations before me that has led us to this point in my life and the life of my daughter. I had nothing to do with the fact that I was in church today praising and glorifying my heavenly father. It's purely by the grace of God and the sacrifice of his son Jesus that I find myself with hope, restoration, and life. What joy I felt as I watched my daughter, although not comprehending, being in a place where the gospel is preached. I love that my daughter will grow up in the church. I love that the word Jesus will be found on her lips from early on. I pray that the Holy Spirit moves in her life and shows her her need, shows her her brokenness and her depravity. What grace God has bestowed on our family. We were chosen by no merit of our own, to be a part of God's family and reap the incredible benefits of the sacrifice of his son Jesus. Praise God for his grace, praise God he saves from generation to generation. JTH
