"That's one memory I'll never forget." That's how the conversation began.
"I'll always remember that sugar-cube castle," our older teen daughter told me.
My mind did a quick shuffle, sorting through thousands of files, until the right image came up. Oh, yes. I remember now. But why? Why did that particular memory stand out so?
The children were young -- six of them under the age of nine years. The youngest babies weren't too much trouble, but the "older" girls were giving me grief. They had picked up the very bad habit of picking at each other. A little snide remark here and a slight put-down there.
It was a very destructive habit and I knew it.
So one night as I lay there crying out to the Lord for wisdom, this idea came to me. It wasn't one that I'd read about in a book or article; it just popped into my head out of nowhere. The nearest thing to a vision.
And in this dream, I pictured a little house made all out of sugar cubes. It was beautiful and sweet, made with the hands of my own dear young girls.
Along with the picture came this particular verse:
"The wise woman builds her house, but the foolish pulls it down with her hands" (Proverbs 14:1).
With that a plan was set in motion…
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