Toys

My husband thinks he’s reverting to childhood.

Now that he’s retired, he has more time to play—er, work—at things he enjoys. Like making toys.

It all started with making presents. Wooden trains, planes, and tanks. One set for each of the two grandsons, and one to keep at our house for when they come to visit (we hope).

Then it was almost time for Christmas, and we have several nieces and nephews, so he made 3 more trains—five cars each.

Then it seemed like he couldn’t stop. We ordered another 100 wheels, and today he said those are almost gone, and he’d need 200 more.

Right now, it’s planes—biplanes, jet planes, and the stealth plane, if he can figure out how to make a close imitation.

Next, he’s got ideas for cars, especially the old-fashioned kind.

He’s having as much fun making the toys as kids will have playing with them—hopefully for several generations.

Making toys for grandchildren…that may be passed on to their children.

It occurs to me that this is what God instructs us to do with His Word: “Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation” (Joel 1:3, NIV).

Just as we pass on heirloom-to-be toys, so we strive to pass on our faith to our children and their children.