Thursday, January 31, 2013

Praying for Our Children

My oldest daughter celebrated her 21st birthday this month. Big milestone for her and another opportunity for me to feel even older than I already do. I recently wrote an article on the fact that it is never too early to begin praying for our children. That article was based on a memory of the day that my oldest daughter was born. She was the first grandchild on my side of the family. My husband called to tell my mother the news that she was now a proud grandmother. When my husband returned to my room I asked what my mother said. He told me, “She didn’t say much of anything. She just cried a lot.” (Yes, I get my sappiness from her!) 

After I went home from the hospital my mother came for a week-long visit and I was able to speak to her more as she basked in the glow of being a first-time Grandmother. She relayed this story to me: 

“I didn’t want to call anyone or say anything since it was Wednesday night. I thought I would just go into church and announce it when we had prayer and praise time. But then (one lady, I forget her name now, but I do recall that she had four boys) got up to sick special music. She sang a song about some random little girl that would grow up to be her son’s wife. (I have included the lyrics below.) I was bawling so much that I could barely tell everyone that Bethany had been born.” 

From that day on I knew it was important to pray for my daughter and the children I would have later. But I was one of the fortunate parents where prayer for the future was brought to mind on the day my daughter was born. 

Even more recently I have read a book by Vicki Tiede about how to pray for preschoolers. Praying for our children is even more important than ever, especially in today’s world. Check back tomorrow for a review of her book and to find out where you can purchase copies.
 

Somewhere in the world today, a little girl will go to play.

All dressed up in momma’s clothes. At least that’s the way I suppose it goes. 

Somewhere in the world tonight. Before she reaches to turn out the light.

She’ll be praying for her tender heart. The simple prayer – it’s a work of art. 

And I don’t even know her name, but I’m praying for her just the same.

That the Lord will write His name upon her heart.

Cause somewhere in the course of this life, my little boy will need a godly wife.

So hold on to Jesus baby wherever you are.

Somewhere in the world out there; that little girl is learning how to care. 

She’s picking up her momma’s charms or maybe swinging ’round in her daddy’s arms. 

Somewhere in the world to be; though the future is not really clear to me. 

There’s to be a tender love; grounded in eternal love above.

And I don’t even know her name, but I’m praying for just the same. 

That the Lord will write His name upon her heart. 

Cause somewhere in the course of this life my little boy will need a godly wife. 

So hold on to Jesus baby wherever you are. 

So hold on to Jesus baby wherever you are.

--Wayne Watson


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