This Samuel Generation

Last week was. BEAUTIFUL. Children are! It was such a joyous privilege to be a part of the Light Be Children's Ministry one week camp! Loved every bit of it: the noise, the spontaneity of conversations, the inquisitiveness, the silly giggles, the little cheeky and rebellious moves.  It was fun to experience childhood again of some sort. So innocent, so free, so pure, so so anointed.  

At first I didn't take being a part of this as that much big of a deal until the Lord led me to read on 1 Samuel early Monday morning before the camp.  It changed my perspective and everything.  Samuel means: heard of God or asked of God. These children are a Samuel generation.  They are the answer to prayers of anguish and sorrow those generations before us prayed for, for our nation.. the nations.  And therefore, unlike Eli the priest, the responsibility of nurturing these children is to be taken seriously. 

You can imagine my heart: nervous, scared and in awe. To have been a part of this for such a time as this, is humbling.  

One day during the week, as I sat and observed them doing their own thing around me, in the loudest and cheekiest way possible,  I heard the soft voice say, "if you would only see them ten to twenty years from now, as legendary leaders, you wouldn't be so selfish." I cried every night before going to bed. Part of it was because, as much as we say we love children, people don't really give them the attention they rightfully deserve; don't treat them right; make fun of them; blame them for our lack, etc. 

Seeing that lack, pierced my heart.  I didn't pay much attention to their rebelliousness and the likes. All they needed is what God gave me: LOVE and attention in every way I can.  Again, such joy.  

I trust that all who read this have a member of this Samuel generation within their list of loved ones. I pray the Lord help and lead us in nurturing them. 

All my love to the dearest little Samuels,

Dilz.