For the Lives of My Children

I turned on the TV tonight, other than Friday movie night I haven’t watched TV for almost the entire summer.  I read books.  But tonight I turned on the TV.

I ran across a show called Beyond Scared Straight.  High risk kids go to prison for a day and shown what living behind bars looks like.  It is terrifying and so sad.  Hundreds of broken men, and a new generation of broken kids. What I couldn’t believe was that every one of the boys on the show said that their dad’s walked out on them when they were young, or that they’d never had a dad. One boy said, “How do I be a man, when I’ve never had a man to teach me.” 

I found myself in tears for this boy.  The mama in me just wanted to love him, and fix his hurts.  My heart broke for these kids who don’t know the security of  a dad.  A dad to show them, how to treat their mothers, sisters and future wives.  A dad to teach them the value of hard work, and honesty.  A dad to play catch in the yard and wrestle on the living room floor.  Most of all a these boys don’t have a dad to walk beside them, guide them and mold them into something wonderful.

My dad is a great man,  I am blessed to have a father who is full of integrity and character! I watched my dad treasure my mom.  He treats her with respect and loves her for who she is and the woman God created her to be.  My dad works hard,  is a faithful friend and a loving grandpa. 

 He is a man of substance. He is honest and expects honesty in return.  He was raised in a hard and bitter home, filled with alcoholism and anger.  I admire him.  He chose as a young man to break the cycle of alcohol and addiction.  I love him for that.  For being an example to my sister my children and myself.

My boys are blessed to have men in their lives who  strive to  lead by the Lord’s perfect example.  They show my boys how to be real men.  I am so thankful them.

 So thankful.

The things that my kids will  encounter are terrifying. I am so thankful that they have a strong foundation to build their lives on.  I picked up a couple of books last week about praying for my kids, because I don’t take that job seriously enough. 

I need to pray more for my boys.

I will pray more for my boys. 

Today I draw a line in the sand and commit to spending more time praying for their futures, for their friends, for their future wives.  For them.

The days are slowly closing when my boys will snuggle up to me and tell me all of their hopes, dreams and fears.  The days are coming when mom is someone who cooks dinner and folds the socks and gives them money!  I am not ready for that yet.  I want more time to teach them how to choose positive things, how much Kevin and I love them, how much Jesus loves them, and how amazing, talented and unique they are!

It would be so easy for me to live in fear for my boys’ future. About the  poor choices and decisions that they will make.  Because I would be naive to think that there won’t be struggles as they grow.  I read a verse in Lamentations that shook me to the core,

 “Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up your hands toward Him for the lives of your young children.”


God tells me to pray for my kids, to pour my heart out to him about my kids, Stormie Omartian says in her book The Power of the Praying Parent, ”

“When we don’t pray , it’s like sitting on the sidelines watching our children in a war zone getting shot at from every angle.”

 Those words are so sobering to me.  I can’t imagine watching my children in a situation like she describes. 

I will pray more for my boys.

I will  pray more for my boys. 

I will trust the Lord’s promises to give them a hope and a future!

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