I have been so convicted to spend intentional time in prayer for these kids that God has blessed me with. So when I found this post from a very incredible mom, I jumped on it.
Sometimes I’m overwhelmed with the things my kids will face in their lifetimes:
widespread hunger
AIDS
fading acknowledgment of Christ
apathy for the church
a shaky economy
But bigger than these and other issues that they will face is Scripture and the authority I can put in the words of Christ. And if I believe (and I do!) that God has brought them into this world for a purpose, my job is to get behind them and pray my brains out. So I will.
I wrote Scripture on index cards and posted them around the house:
Psalm 143:8 to pray over them in the morning (placed on my bathroom mirror)
Colossians 3:12-14 to pray over them as they get dressed (on the wall by their closets)
Philippians 4:12-13 to pray as I make meals for them (by the kitchen sink)
Romans 12:1-2 to pray as we leave the house (posted on the back door)
Psalm 24:4-6 to pray as they bathe (in the bathroom)
Zephaniah 3:17 to pray as I put them in bed at night (next to their beds)
Philippians 2:14-16 to pray when I check on them before I go to bed (next to their beds)
I so desire for my kids not just to memorize Scripture and have it in their heads, but to also know it in their hearts (the same goes for me personally). I want them to love it and live by it. And it all starts now. Yikes . . . a pretty tall order for someone like me. There are so many mornings when I lay in bed, listening to their calls of “Is it time to get up yet?!” and I groan and wonder what kind of mom I’ll be today. It’s so hard to be patient, kind, loving, thankful . . .even with good kids, it’s hard to be all that I want to be. And so I ask for the Holy Spirit to fill me and give me His patience, kindness, love. I cannot do it on my own. And He does. Even as little as I deserve it. Anyway, that’s what I’m thinking about today.
