We were down a country road which had long since turned to gravel or dirt, when a doe crossed the road. She stood still and watched us after she had crossed instead of disappearing so quickly to give one doubts as to whether she had ever been there. In a few seconds we understood as her fawn wobbled across the road after her. The baby could not have been more than a foot tall, if that. We saw the same scene re-enact a couple more times on our trip. The last little fawn seemed to be a tad bit older, and scampered up the hill, taking a second to turn and give us a curious stare as well. We were so fortunate to see the spring fawns, the next generation.
It is such a pleasure to watch my daughter and son-in-law pass on the strength of their faith to their children, our grandchildren. These two young ones of the next generation sing praise songs, know Bible stories and verses, and already demonstrate the joy of the Lord. What a goodly inheritance!
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Even when I am old and gray,
do not forsake me, O God,
till I declare your power
to the next generation,
your might to all
who are to come.
Psalm 71:18
He decreed statutes for Jacob
and established the law in Israel,
which he commanded our forefathers
to teach their children,
so the next generation would know them,
even the children yet to be born,
and they in turn would tell their children.
Psalm 78:5-6
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