JVI-921 MayJune04PT.qxd - Jack Van Impe Ministries
JVI-921 MayJune04PT.qxd - Jack Van Impe Ministries
JVI-921 MayJune04PT.qxd - Jack Van Impe Ministries
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By Rexella <strong>Van</strong> <strong>Impe</strong><br />
I<br />
’ll never forget<br />
my first day of<br />
kindergarten. I was<br />
barely five years<br />
old, but I remember<br />
it as vividly as if<br />
it had happened<br />
yesterday.<br />
Making new friends with all my<br />
classmates was exciting, the bright<br />
and cheery decorations in our homeroom<br />
were beautiful, and my teacher<br />
seemed very nice. But the thing that<br />
caught my attention and completely<br />
fascinated me was ... the blackboard.<br />
Watching the teacher take chalk and<br />
draw simple pictures and write letters<br />
on the board was interesting.<br />
But then she took something in her<br />
hand, wiped it back and forth across<br />
the surface of the blackboard, and<br />
instantly every mark she had made<br />
disappeared! I watched in wide-eyed<br />
astonishment, absolutely intrigued.<br />
Before my kindergarten year was<br />
over, I had the opportunity to try it<br />
for myself. I made some chalk<br />
marks on the board, then used the<br />
eraser to make them go away. I<br />
never tired of it. The eraser was my<br />
favorite discovery.<br />
Although I’m normally not a person<br />
who dwells on the past a great deal, I<br />
do often reflect on the blessings and<br />
good things God has sent into my<br />
life. My husband, <strong>Jack</strong>, and I make it<br />
a point to recall and give thanks for<br />
the ministry opportunities, friends,<br />
and victories the Lord has given us<br />
— and continues to bestow upon us.<br />
And since my dear mother’s promotion<br />
to heaven, I often remember<br />
her quiet faith walk, her wise counsel,<br />
and the good times we enjoyed<br />
together. At times I have amazed<br />
myself with how I could recall so<br />
many details of her life and legacy<br />
and my own personal experiences.<br />
Somehow it seemed my mind was<br />
like a recorder.