52 Weeks of Prayer For Our Daughters, Raising Teens

3:52~ Daughter

What is home, when your home is split in two?

Is it your room?

Is it your stuff?

Where do you belong?

Home is more than the physical place– Home is most certainly made up of the people who love you.  Mom.  Dad. Step-parents.  Siblings. Grandparents. Neighbors. Friends. Teachers. Coaches. Church leaders.  Home is full of love.  It’s where you play.  It’s where you learn.  It’s where you continue in the legacy set before you.  Its where you will find your sense of self and create your own legacy.  It’s where you belong.

And one day, the most PERFECT home will be waiting for you.  You are loved even more by your Heavenly Father than your earthly parents.  You always belong in his family.

Your home is vast. Your home is constant.  Your home is yours.  When life feels like its spiraling out of control, go to the place where you belong…..Home.

There is plenty of room for you in my Father’s home. If that weren’t so, would I have told you that I’m on my way to get a room ready for you?

(John 14:2, The Message)

Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank you for our home.  Both the address we claim and the people who fill it.  Thank you for the home you are preparing for us where we will live with you forever.  What exciting hope we have!  I pray that she always feels her sense of home.  Through her school years and the course she takes after graduation, may she remember the love and legacy of home.

As she goes out one day to make her own home, I pray for those who will fill it.  Loved ones who will sit at the table, who will laugh and share life together.  May she always have a home full of love.

~Amen

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52 Weeks of Prayer for Our Sons, Raising Tots

3:52- Son

Home.  I’m praying this week for our home.

That you feel safe here.

That you know you belong.

That you can recognize what makes you unique, but also accepted.

Home.

There’s security in knowing your place, your home.  I pray that you won’t need to go searching outside the normal boundaries of exploration as you grow up…searching for acceptance and belonging.  Of course I pray you find that other places as well, but I pray our home is a central place for you.  A place where you come for refreshment, to find joy, to think out new ideas and to put everything else aside and Just. Be. You.

Jesus,

I pray for our home.  It’s not always a place of peace.  It’s certainly not perfect. And it’s full of people who aren’t perfect.  We yell, we cry, we stomp our feet, we break things….but we love.  We laugh.  We let our guard down.  And may this always be so.

I pray as the Mom, that I can curb bitterness, exhaustion– and that sense of “I’m Done.”  I pray that the environment here is always welcoming- no matter the circumstances.  And that friends feel it too.  That it is safe here to ask questions, to explore, grow and learn– and know where we are rooted.  

Thank you for these amazing kids.  I thank you for the roof over our  heads and the privileges we take for granted.  I pray for our language and  demeanor towards each other.  I pray that we take our role in this family seriously and with pride.  I pray that it’s rooted now, that this family will always be home.  No. Matter. What.

~Amen

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52 Weeks of Prayer for Our Sons, Raising Tots

2:52- Son

Matthew 6:34 ~ don’t worry about tomorrow, today has enough worry of its own. 

I learn so much from your perspective on living in the moment Dear Son. You can’t help it, you don’t know different, as you haven’t lived long enough to worry about tomorrow.  Although change and transition are hard for you, you completely embrace the moment you are in. The book you are reading, the person you are with, the story you are creating in your head. 

As I see worry creep over your face, it’s also in the moment. Worry that you may fall, that you may not get your toy back from the friend you are learning to share with. When we are leaving, you always say “but you won’t come back….” But I am here, I will always come back, and more importantly God is here- and he always will be even when I can not. 

I pray for you this week, that as you begin to learn about him, that you will know he will always come back- and really, he never left. I pray this is so deeply rooted in your core, that wherever life takes you, you feel confident to battle worry with the hope and trust that tomorrow is under control just like today is under control. You aren’t walking through life alone. 

Dear Heavenly Father,

I thank you for opening my eyes to the innocent perspective of children. I thank you for the view he shares on living and loving in the moment, for those around us- both friends and family- but also strangers in a store or at the playground. I pray that he will always love those around him. That he will see the needs of today and work through those needs without worrying about what could happen tomorrow. 

When anxiety and fear take hold, I pray that he will stop, breathe and turn them over to you. The Creator of all things, the beginning and the end, who loves him so deeply and has created him for a special purpose. I pray he will listen to and follow your voice as the loudest one in the crowd. 

Thank you for providing and protecting. Help him to be the mighty warrior you created him for. 

~Amen

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52 Weeks of Prayer For Our Daughters, Raising Teens

2:52 ~ Daughter

Matthew 6:34 ~ don’t worry about tomorrow, today has enough worry of its own. 

My prayer this week for you Dear Daughter is that you will find your worth in Christ. That you will know your Creator who Adores you. That you will find comfort and rest in him and that I can model for you a willingness to trust tomorrow is under control. 
Sleep soundly, live boldly and in the moment. Take care of what needs to be taken care of today. Love your friends, love your family, love strangers around you. 

Plan for the future but find hope in today. Don’t miss the things around you <put your (our) phone(s) down>. 

I love you more than words can express. But I can’t love you as much as our Heavenly Father loves you. He will take care of tomorrow. 

Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank you for reaching out to call us your own. Thank you for sending Jesus so that we can have close relationship with you. Thank you for the sun and the birds and all the beauty of your creation around us. Help us to trust confidently that you know tomorrow and that we are to live for today. Keep her strong in her choices to rely on you when worry creeps in. Help her to see the need today to love others as you love her. Thank you for that unconditional, undeserving and gracious love. 

~Amen

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52 Weeks of Prayer For Our Daughters, Raising Teens

1:52~ Daughter

As I start Week 1 in praying over my children, Romans 12:12 is a great starting place.  JOY is my focus word of the year. Patience is not something that comes natural to me or my children.  Committing to being faithful in prayer is what this journey is all about.

Mom’s 5P Recipe for Patience Continue reading

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In My Soul

Tears for Fears….and lots of sweat

I’m trying a new gym right now.  One of my commitments to myself through this season is that I will take care of me.  Today was my 3rd workout there and 2 of the 3 days I left, I couldn’t hold back the tears.

If you’d like to listen to “Shout” by Tears for Fears while you read this (which is what I’m listening to while I write), here’s a link on YouTube. I don’t even really know what this song is about…but it came to mind and it fits.  SHOUT! SHOUT! Let it all out!

I am trying to process day by day the transition that’s coming. Each “last”, which there have been lots of lately, brings me closer to the day I’m dreading.  The day Kai stops sleeping/waking/eating/messing up her room/playing with her brother/doing her makeup… here the majority of the time.  I know this.  I’m spending time in my thoughts, getting moving, laughing with friends, being intentional, and the tears are justified.  But leaving the gym? Really?

I pity anyone who saw me driving home.  I’m sweating, shaking because I exhausted my muscles, (maybe speeding a bit as I know Kelly is headed to work and I need to get home to Colt) and then to top it off, I can feel my face turning into an ugly cry.  Really??

Come on!  The workout, endorphins, they are supposed to help.  I guess in the moments of physical exhaustion, I don’t have the strength to hold it all in.  And Satan, he know JUST where and when to attack.  He’s sneaky like this.  You know I’m going to be authentic– here were my thoughts as I drove home:

You did this- you let her go.

Man it’s been a while since you’ve worked out- gross.  You look gross.  Why’d you let yourself go like that?  

No wonder your life isn’t what you want it to be.

Seriously.  How dare these creep into my head, these lies, as hard as I work to focus on the positives and trust in the Creator who ADORES me & knows the outcome of all this uncertainty. So, as I prep my chicken for later, I had to physically say truths out loud.

She’s a child of God.  He has a plan for her life, just like He has a plan for mine.

Yes, I put my family’s needs first, I’m tired, I like oreos- but I’m making changes.  Better, not best right now.  I’m not gross.  I won’t be gross.  Healthy steps each day (*Note to self, throw out the leftover oreos from last weekends party)

My life is just fine- and I know the areas where I need to work.  SHUT UP!

Shout, shout, let it all out.  Thank you Tears For Fears.  I am fearful.  I am trusting at the same time.  And I’m hurting.  And that isn’t going to just magically go away.  I wish I could do a certain number of burpees and Poof! I looked exactly the way I want, my fat % was in check and my BMI was perfect.  But it doesn’t work that way.  And this season is going to take hard work too. And consistency.  And lots of positive self talk.

I hope in whatever you may be walking through when you read this, that you know you aren’t alone.  And when you have a setback, a day where you think “why even bother, I’m a failure”, you remember you aren’t alone.  I’m so thankful for my community that lifts me up, checks in on me, and where I can serve others as well- this is important for success- embrace them.  I’m so thankful that the last few years have been prepping me to curl up in the arms of my Creator.  He knows me- the good and the bad.  He loves me.  He comforts me.  And afterwards He encourages me to be strong and courageous and keep going.  But it’s not just me.  Each of us is made in the image of God and we all matter.

And you can do it too.  Keep going.  Your tears are justified but they don’t hold you back!!

 

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