When my boys come to me for boo-boo prayers, migraine prayers, and over-coming fear prayers, I know we are going in the right direction.
When my oldest son called from the Christian camp he worked at asking me to call the sweet, older ladies at church who are such prayer warriors to pray for a camper’s mom battling cancer, I knew we going in the right direction.
When my rebellious son allowed me to lay hands on him and pray before he went to basic training . . . . and he cried – I knew we were going in the right direction.
When they come home
and tell me they have prayed for someone else,
I know I took them
where they needed to go.
All the challenging in-between moments that wear me down are just trip-wires in the path, designed to bring down my mission.
“Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy” (Psalm 156:5).
I might lose my balance, trip, even fall – but I pull myself up. Graceless, awkward, wobbly, but I keep on going.
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up” (Galatians 6:9).
I will not give up. . . on my children. . .
“be strong and do not give up” (2 Chronicles: 15:7).
. . . or on myself.
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