A Prayer for My Children
Tonight, Kari is away, headed to South Carolina with her soon-to-be sister-in-law. (I couldn’t be happier for either of them!)
Tonight, I helped a friend acquire a free piano vis-a-vis the back of my truck while his lovely wife fed our kids dinner. It was a pretty sweet deal if I do say so.
Once we returned home, the kids began their nightly duties–brush teeth, dirty clothes in the hamper, PJs on…and I tucked them each into bed.
Upon leaving their rooms, I was struck with an overwhelming urge to pray for them. I’ll admit, I do not pray for my own children as much as I should. Frankly, I don’t pray at all as much as I should–and that’s coming from a seminarian. Interpret that in whatever way you want.
None the less, I was brought to my knees tonight outside their doorways in an overwhelming feeling of gratitude, praise, and prayers for their continued guidance, regardless of how flawed my own guidance may be. That God would look upon them with favor, give them protection, show them the way in which they should go, and ultimately, help them live up to the promises he has given each of them.
There is something quite powerful in prayer. Perhaps this is not news to you. It’s not to me. But each time it occurs, I am awestruck by it.
I do truly feel that God has blessed Kari and me with our family. I can only hope that they live to the potential God has given them and do so in the humility of the grace he has granted them.
Peace to you and yours.