Note: This guest blog is by Phyllis Le Peau, someone I’ve known quite well for over forty years. It was recently published in “The Well.” The topic is one dear to both of us, as are our thirteen grandchildren.
Andy and I had some concerns when our first child was born. Our children would be the fourth
generation of Christians in our family. In situations like that, faith can become merely part of the family surroundings and culture — something that doesn’t sink deep at a personal or conscious level. It can just be background music. As people grow and change, they often leave their parents’ values and practices behind. Faith can seem unnecessary or optional. We wondered if that would happen to us.
Now that we have grandchildren, the same questions arise for the fifth generation — but with an additional twist. What role do we have, or does any older family member have, for children who are not our own but for whom we care deeply?
Our Family’s Story
Let me tell you the story of my own grandmother.
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