The other night I had a few moments to be still. Just me and God, these times are rare in my home. As I sat and pulled out this little journal that, for some reason, I resent lately, nonetheless, I began to write out my prayer. I was taught at a young age to always begin prayer in thanks, and I am eternally grateful for this. Taking time to thank God before I petition Him, realigns my heart, at least a little bit.
So I sat and thanked God for the most foundational aspects of who He is, because, honestly, at this point, it’s what I need to be reminded of: He is good, He is sovereign, He is God, He is with us… As I continued, I began to pray for myself as a mom, and mine and Jake’s children; I really felt compelled to pray this for every child He ever entrusts us with. And I had this beautiful realization. As Christians we are called to be lights in the darkness, a city on a hill. As moms we have the opportunity to be used by God to ignite that fiery light it tiny souls. So my prayer as a mom has been shaped to look something like this…
Lord, I want to be a light, but more than a light to anyone else, I want to light up my children. That you would use me to ignite a fire so deep within their beautiful souls that no darkness could ever squelch it; there is no greater privilege I have as a mama.
“Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.”
Here is a great, short sermon about being a parent – so so encouraging!