Sometimes I parent on my knees.
and sometimes, I don't.
Sometimes, I start on my knees.
Praying for a baby. Praying eight years for a baby. Praying through a probable miscarriage and loss of hope. For a while. Then praying with faith like a mustard seed. Then praying and thanking God.
Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He shall give you the desires of your heart.
Psalm 37:4 NKJV
Sometimes, I end up on my knees.
Praying when I'm at the end of my rope. At the end of the day. At the end of a trial. When I needed answers for what just didn't make sense.
Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
Hebrews 4:16 NKJV
Sometimes, I find myself on my knees in the midst of it all.
Praying when the doctor suggests a screening for Autism. WHAT? Praying when he tells me he wants God's will for his life. Praying when his mouth is smart (aleck) way beyond his eight years. Praying when he wants her, his genetic mommy, and not me. Praying for him to poop. Praying he'll stop pooping. Praying when I can't take the hurt away from them. Praying when I can't find the unconditional love for them at the moment. Praying when I can't fix it, move it, create it, destroy it, revitalize it or even enjoy it for them.
If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him.
James 1:5 NKJV
We're told to pray without ceasing (I Thessalonians 5:17), and if there's ever a reason to pray all the time, it has to be for our kids. I started praying for my boys before they were born. I've prayed for their future mates. I've prayed for their salvation. I've prayed for patience so I don't kill them. (just kidding. really!) I've prayed for the kids who make fun of their "white mommy and daddy" and I've prayed for the teens whose influence on him was stronger than ours.
I've prayed to find their lost treasures (rocks and Lego's) because it was important for them. I've prayed walking through doors to pick them up that there would be no "incidents" today. I've prayed they would just.get.along.for.five.minutes.
And sometimes, I don't.
I'm just keeping it real people. I wish I could say that "I've prayed every day with them since they were born" but that would be a lie.
My oldest is figuring life out. He's figuring out his relationship with Jesus- wanting God's will and frustrated because he don't see it written on the wall. I've been there done that.
How cool for me as his mom, when I get a text from him, asking me to pray for him. To pray for his strength and wisdom. To pray that spiders don't bite him in the night. To pray because he's missing home and his girl.
Or, when my younger sons look me in the eye and ask me to pray because they're afraid, or that they'll find a turtle. Both are equally important to them.
Or, ask me to pray for her... Mommy T.
My favorite will always be kneeling besides their beds when they are sleeping and talking to my God Daddy about the gifts he trusted me with; these three boys of mine. But whether it's done in the car or on my knees; out loud or in my head, in the morning or when I'm falling asleep at night, my parenting is much better when I include it.
Evening and morning and at noon I will pray, and cry aloud, and He shall hear my voice.
Psalm 55:17 NKJV
I don't always get the answers I want when I'm on my knees parenting, but it's always a privilege to ask.
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:6-7 NKJV
Happy Wednesday y'all!