God Is Above Facebook ad: “Grandparents, please don't buy just one”

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There is a reason God told every family in Egypt to mark their own doorposts and not just the neighbor's, and it changed how I give my grandkids Scripture. Here is what I did. A friend from my Sunday school class showed me her Bible verse jar in the fall. A little glass jar with a cork lid, full of folded slips, each one a verse. I loved it the minute I saw it. So I bought one. Just one. I put it on my kitchen windowsill and told my grandchildren it was "the family jar." Grace is 7. Mason is 10. Hannah is 14. Tyler is 17. They are at my house every Sunday after church, or at least they used to be. Now it is more like every other Sunday. It seemed so sensible. One jar, one place, everybody shares. On Christmas afternoon, Grace and Mason fought over who got to pick first. I laughed and thought, well, at least they want it. Then I watched what happened over the next four months. The little ones pulled a slip when they came over, the way you grab a mint by the door. Hannah pulled one twice that I know of. Tyler never touched it once. I don't think he even thought of it as his. It was Grandma's jar, on Grandma's windowsill. And here is the part that took me far too long to see. Not one of the hard nights in my grandchildren's lives happened at my kitchen table. Hannah's hard nights happen in her own bedroom, at eleven o'clock, with her phone in her hand. Tyler's happen in his truck in the school parking lot. Mason's happen the night before a test. And my jar was sitting on my windowsill, across town, with the lights off. I saw it all at once in our Easter Bible study. We were reading Exodus 12, the first Passover, and our teacher stopped on verse 3. "They shall take to them every man a lamb, according to the house of their fathers, a lamb for an house." A lamb for an house. Not one lamb for the whole nation. Not one lamb at Moses' tent that everyone could walk over to. Every house got its own. Then verse 7. They were to take the blood "and strike it on the two side posts and on the upper door post of the houses." The houses. Every door. Because that night was coming to every house, and every house needed its own protection on its own door. I sat in that Sunday school room and thought about my windowsill. I had put one lamb in my house, and expected it to cover four of theirs. That week I ordered three more. One for each of them, with their own name written on the box. I want to describe it plainly, so you know exactly what they got. It is a small glass jar with a cork lid, and the label says "Read me when..." Ninety verses inside a jar. Not sorted by book, sorted by how they feel. Every verse is King James, with the book and chapter printed on the slip. Yellow is for happy. Light pink is for thankful. Hot pink is for angry. Green is for anxious. Light blue is for lonely. Blue is for sad. They pick the color for the night they are having, unfold one slip, and read one verse. About twenty seconds. The family jar stayed on my windowsill. That one is mine now. Here is what happened, and I will keep it honest. Grace keeps hers on the shelf above her bed, and her mother says she makes everyone wait while she picks a color at bedtime. Mason put his in his backpack. I did not ask why. His mother told me later he pulls a green one before tests. Hannah said thank you and I heard nothing for weeks. Then one Tuesday night at 11:40, she texted me a picture of a light blue slip. "I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee." No words with it. I wrote back, "Neither will I. Love you, sweetheart." And Tyler. His jar sits on the dashboard of his truck. His sister told me. He has never said one word to me about it. He does not have to. A jar will not raise my grandchildren. Their parents and the Lord will do that. But it stopped Scripture from being something that only lived at Grandma's house. When I told this story at Bible study, three women in my class went home and did the same math I did. It turns out a lot of grandmothers are making the same mistake. Debbie R. gave one to each of her three daughters "to use in their own homes with their families." Emily S. ordered four, "one for each family member. We all use them." Marg O. wrote, "We gave our grandchildren each one and they loved it." The one I found is the Bible Verse Jar from God Is Above. Over 500,000 jars have already gone out to families, and there are over 5,000 reviews. Right now it is 60% off with free shipping, and it ships the same day. It comes in a black gift box, and a set of Christian ebooks comes free with each order. There is a 30 day guarantee. If it does not open a door, send it back. One honest note: every jar is filled by hand, and they truly cannot make them fast enough, especially before Christmas. If the link works, they are in stock. If it does not, check back. 👉 https://godisabove-us.com/pages/grandparents-secret-7-reasons-why The hard night is coming to every one of their houses. Put His Word on every door. https://godisabove-us.com/pages/grandparents-secret-7-reasons-why

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