The other day, as we drove home from Roanoke, our conversation turned to heavier things (as it always does on long drives). John said something about the day he was saved by Grace, the day he reached out to Jesus and his life was changed forever. And I don’t have a day like that. I grew up knowing the God of the Universe lived in my heart. I made a decision for Him so far back, I don’t remember it. I’ve had to reaffirm that decision over the years, but God just has always been a real Presence for me. I can remember feeling Him all around me, even at a very young age.
So, that bottom lines to almost 42 years of being a Christian.
But all of a sudden, my faith has become so much more simple. All of a sudden, I am learning all these new things. And all of a sudden, I’m figuring out that I have always made it more complicated than it really is.
I read the Word as though i’ve never seen it before and truth leaps out at me.
I pray these simple, simple prayers. Lord, be my helper. Lord, bless them and keep them.
And that Numbers 6 prayer is what is on my mind.
I’m the mother of many, as you know. Six souls that mean the world to me. Six people who delight and irritate and bless and cause angst. They are six of the most exquisitely made, creative, interesting and lovely people there are in the world. I would want to know them even if they weren’t mine.
But having six pieces of your heart growing up and wandering around unattended in the world causes fear and that is what I’m thinking about this morning.
On Facebook, I see scared mommies sending their sweet babies to kindergarten for the first time. To high school. To college. Kids gaining independence and growing older and as they grow…we have to trust the work we’ve done and God on High to bring fruit. We have to let go more and more and let them try to fly.
And it scares us. Because we are more invested in their futures than we ever were in our own.
And we know that sometimes they will fall down. And they may fall hard. And we don’t want that for them…never mind that we know in our hearts that falling down is sometimes where we’ve learned most.
God has given me a peace in this prayer I pray over my six, every time they come to mind.
Lord bless them
And keep them
Cause your face to shine on them
Lord, be gracious with the light of your countenance
Give them peace
Because that covers it all.
Lord, bless them. Bring good to their lives Lord. Bring fruit.
And keep them. Is there anything we want more for our babies than that they know the Lord? That they know that true love and mercy? God, let them know you hold them in your hand and will not let go.
Cause your face to shine on them. Lord, let them experience your glory in their lives. Let them know that they walk in the light. Use your Holy Spirit to keep them in the light.
Be gracious with the light of Your countenance. Lavish your love on them God. Pour out who you are on their lives. Bring so many opportunities to know your light and your love.
Give them peace. There is no peace without Jesus. Jesus has redeemed. He is true peace. He is the peace that passes all understanding and that is what i want for my six.
It’s happening. They are growing up. It is happening in every moment that goes by. Every year, another birthday, another grade in school, more and more independence. It’s happening. It’s good. But it’s scary and it’s hard. Holding a newborn, up all night…it suddenly seems somehow easier than waving good bye as that very same baby drives away in a car. We are in this place, no matter what, because signing up for that newborn means signing up for the kid off to college. No getting out of it.
We don’t have to just wave good bye. We can pray and release them and trust them to Him who loves even more fully and more deeply than we do.