When I first came to know the Lord Jesus as my Savior while attending the University of North Dakota, I was privileged to be discipled by an "older" believer, a young mom with three kids. Jean patiently spent hours with me, listening, teaching, sharing and feeding me, spiritual and physical food. She taught me to love my children and husband by loving her family and being devoted to them. She taught me how to submit. She taught me hospitality. She taught me to serve the saints. She taught me to seek the Word of God for everything. She taught me to pray about everything.
My husband has been extremely thankful for her inflence on my life. After a few years of marriage we visited Jean and my husband lavished praise on her for her influence and time invested in my spiritual well-being. He knew he was reaping the benefits of that investment. She graciously brushed off credit and gave all the glory to the Lord. I learned even in that humility.
Jean had the first and last verse of this poem handwritten and taped to her kitchen cupboard. I did the same when I was a young mom. The poem no longer is posted on my cupboard, it is imbedded in my heart.
It is still the cry of my soul.
Lord, Who am I to teach the way
To little Children day by day,
So prone myself to go astray?
I teach them knowledge, but I know
How faint they flicker and how low
The candles of my knowledge glow.
I teach them power to will and do,
But only now to learn anew
My own great weakness through and through
I teach them love for all mankind
And all God’s creatures, but I find
My love comes lagging far behind.
Lord,if their guide I still must be,
Oh, let the little Children see
The teacher leaning hard on Thee.
By: Leslie Pinchney Hill.