Several weeks ago I was riding shotgun next to my youngest man-cub. Glancing down, I noticed that the cupholder between his car seats held multiple square post-it notes that had cursive writing on them. Intrigued but not wanting to appear nosy, I casually asked, “Are those notes from someone special?”
Without hesitation, he heartily encouraged me to look through them.
As I picked up one paper after another, I noticed that the writing was the same on each one, as was the format. Each little note included a different passage of scripture usually followed by “Have a great day!” and a signature.

My son explained that his boss’s wife from his summer job on the farm had often made him and the other farmhands lunches. On top of his lunch, he would regularly find one of these post-it notes with the Word of God to savor before eating his sandwich.

The fall harvest produced by much laborious investment was long ago gathered, and all of the fields are empty once again.
The many words that were texted back and forth between boss and hired hands to communicate instruction for each day are gone, buried deeply on people’s phones.

Of all the work that was done on the farm last summer, I wonder if the effort of not the farmer but the farmer’s wife may have a more lasting impact. She quietly inscribed God’s word on a series of little papers that she faithfully and deliberately included with each young man’s lunch.
So they could feast on His Word before feasting on her sandwich.

And many months later, after the harvest is in, after texts are forgotten, and summer lunches are just a memory, the Word of God is bearing fruit. It is tucked beside my man-cub in his car and tucked inside his heart.
Tucked inside hearts. God’s Word, inscribed here for time and eternity shall not depart.

We had the following poem clipped by a magnet to five of the refrigerators we owned as we sojourned the mid-west raising our kids.

Whatever you write on the heart of a child,
no water can wash it away.
The marks in the sands are erased by the tide;
inscriptions will crumble with clay.
The words in a book will decay with the years
and even engraving in stone disappears.
But God’s Word inscribed on a little child’s heart
for time and eternity shall not depart.
Author Unknown

The cup-holder-post-it’s are a re-encouragement of sorts for me. Our kids are no longer young children and we are no longer in the sweet season of life where we sat in a circle in the morning and read, sang, and recited the Word of God together. But oh my! As adults, they still need to have the Word of God continually before them and inscribed on their hearts. I do too.

I’m loving the simple, barely-take-a-minute idea of writing the Word of God via text, email, or good ole post-its and concluding it with a short blessing to my people. Who are your people? Join me?