When my girls were growing up I tried to share with them from the Word of God and prayed they would love the Word as much as I did. For years I was the teacher.
But that has changed now.
Phone rings. The caller ID says it is my daughter, Jessica. When I answer I hear, “Momma, I was just reading the Gospel of Matthew (or the Old Testament prophet Jeremiah or another book of the Bible), and did you know?
Then she begins talking almost non-stop on some new thought, some new idea on what she has been studying. I lean back in my recliner and get comfortable because I know I am going to be on the phone for quite awhile.
All that is required of me in this conversation is to occasionally say “yes”, “oh”, or something to let her know I am listening. She will talk on and on and I wonder if she is going to take a moment to breath as she shares with me a new insight to God’s Word. Or, it might be a writer who has encouraged her to take a new look at Scriptures.
Sometimes what she shared I had already discovered myself years ago, but her enthusiasm at the truth is so good to hear – and often renews my desire to revisit that portion of scripture or rejoice in that truth.
However, most of the time she is opening to me a new observation, a new understanding of God’s Word.
Almost always when we end our conversation, I think to myself, “I have been teaching the Bible for years and I never saw that before.”
Then, I smile and thank God for this daughter who is wise beyond her years and who is teaching me to understand more of the width, the depth of God’s Word.
It’s humbling, but also a joyous time when my student becomes my teacher.