Every so often I invite the little ones to pray with me before Him at the window. They never say no.
When my knees touch the floor I immediately become small. Imagining a camera zoom out from the picture window. Far out to the heavens. And I realize my problems really aren’t that big after all. That here I am, inside this box, looking out and praying to a God that is bigger than I will ever be able to fully grasp. Yet who knows and loves every hair on this tired mama’s head.
The prayers are not long and glorious. When praying with my children I feel comfortable. There’s no intimidation. Just childish, loving words that we all can understand. Heart felt words. Knees bent and hands raised. Smiles and tears. Praises and pleadings. This is how I want to start every morning. Gentle, loving and humble.
I desire strength and grace for my children. Strength to stand up for their faith. To not feel that heavy weight of the world watching and judging. To love their heavenly father with a heart abandoned. And grace for those who aren’t where they are. This walk of faith is a long journey. I pray they will have grace for those who aren’t quite ‘there’. Grace for us all.
I seek that grace. That we will consistently kneel before Him. Anxious for that special time together.
For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people, training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in the present age, waiting for our blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ, who gave himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness and to purify for himself a people for his own possession who are zealous for good works.
{Titus 2:11-14 ESV}
Blessings!
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