Each year we get a bit older and so do our children.
I do not know how you feel about this, but no matter what age my children are, I still see them in my heart as a little child.
Sure I am looking into the eyes of a grown man and a grown woman, but my heart sees them in a different light.
Do you feel the same way?
Let me tell you more...
I have three grown children, and my husband and I can look back on the trying times and laugh together. For instance, there was the time when we purchased a used car for our daughter, she had it two days and totaled it in a parking space. Yes, parking it. Her foot slipped off the brake and onto the gas and it rammed into the large round cement pillar that was in front of the store. There she was, with air bags ejected, sitting in the front seat crying. She had the car for two days. A year later, a Brinks truck slammed its brakes on and my daughter rear-ended it, smashing the second used car we purchased.
Or the time when my younger son decided to raise some money while at college and held a mud wrestling match in his dorm living room. He erected a small pool filled with mud and charged admission. Unbelievable. Yes, we can look back and laugh now. But then, it was no laughing matter.
To this day, I tell my younger son that he still gives me gray hair, for he loves to sail and go mountain climbing. Why does he not like a safe sport, such as golf?
The pain a mother experiences as she brings a child into this world is just the beginning of her lifelong role of mothering. Oh how she needs to stay spiritually strong herself and also be dedicated in prayer for her children!
I have three children to continually be in prayer for, can you imagine having twenty-five?
Susanna Wesley, born in 1669, was the 25th of 25 children! She and her husband Samuel had 19 children. Nine of Susanna’s children died as infants… but two of her sons, John and Charles Wesley, went on to become great evangelists and theologians. She once wrote in a letter, “I look upon every soul under my charge as a talent committed to me under a trust. I am not a man nor a minister, but I spare every night to discourse with each child apart, strengthening their tiny faith in God our Savior.”
As you can imagine, quiet time alone must have been hard to come by, so when her children saw their mother throw her apron over her head they knew they were to be quiet – they understood this was her private time of prayer with the Lord.
God certainly blessed this amazing mother, and what a model she has been to countless mothers through the centuries.
We can protect our children when they are small, but they eventually grow and leave the nest. When we talk with God in prayer about our children, we go with them wherever they go. Through prayer, a mother has the most effective and far-reaching power there is.
There is o other power on earth equal to the prayers of a Godly mother. May we never cease to pray for our children as long as we have breath.
Though other scenes may be forgot,
While life shall last, this one cannot;
When mother prayed! O peace divine!
My mother’s God today is mine. —Anon.