A Prayer for My Daughter. And Yours.

Happy Fall! I can say this with enthusiasm because we are still in the throws of sunny days  and cool evenings. In NW Ohio and SE Michigan, that is. Those dreary, cold,  border line frozen, days and nights are not here.  Yet.  So, I am enjoying the days as they are. Perfectly perfect. Regardless of what each day brings.  Chaos or peace.  Joy or sadness.  God always brings His creation to the table of my life.  Season by Season.  Winter - clothed in it's wonderful robe of white Picture by Lynn Stone Spring - clothed in a lei of floral Summer - laying in the sands of a million suns Fall - in all it's display of glorious color Bethany found this on the sidewalk He lays each season down and  says,  "Here I am." "Here." "There." "Everywhere." "Beautiful." "Stunning."  'Ever-changing." "And Yet, Never changing."   And as this week has been just on the heels of my daughter receiving an unanticipated medical diagnosis, I pause. I ponder. I run around like a chicken with my head cut off. And I Pray. Without Ceasing. Every moment. Of Every hour. Of Every day. Constantly. And then....I lay it down. To be continually prayed about.  But NOT to be worried about. NOT to be confused with worry. Period. At all. As I have been spending a lot of time researching on the internet, and praying, I  ran across a blog post that a friend of mine wrote for today.  And I thought. How appropriate. And sweet.  So I am sharing her Prayer for Her Daughter, just as I would have written it,  had I been given the talent that God gave my friend. And I pray this for my middle daughter. Bethany Rose And for my  eldest daughter. Yes, and even for my son.  Even though I wrote a post about praying for him a few days ago. I hope you pray this for your daughter, or niece, or sister, as well. Thanks for stopping by. Be blessed! Shari A Prayer for a Daughter Sep 24, 2013 01:20 am | Ann Voskamp Father who breathed into this daughter… I pray for this girl being formed into eternity…. May the wind always be in her hair May the sky always be wide with hope above her And may all the hills be an exhilaration the trials but a trail, all the stones but stairs to God. God, clothe this girl in a gown of grace Grace, the only dress that makes beautiful, the style of Your spirit. Nourish her on the comfort food of the Word, Word, that makes her crave more of Christ, have hunger pangs for Him. Enclose her in communion with You You, Love who makes her love, who folds her heart into a roof that absorbs storms for souls, that makes her tongue speak only the words that make souls stronger. May her vocation in this world simply be translation Translating every enemy into esteemed guest Translating every countenance into the face of Christ Translating every burden into blessing When it’s hard to be patient… make her willing to suffer When it’s ridiculous to be thankful … make her see all is grace When it’s radical to forgive … make her live the foundation of our faith And when it’s time to work … make her a holy wonder. May she be bread and feed many with her life and her laughter May she be thread and mend brokenness and knit hearts May she be dead to all ladders & never go higher, only lower, to the lonely,  the least & the longing Her led of the Spirit to lead many to the Cross that leads to the tomb wildly empty. Oh, and raise me, Lord, from the deadness of my own sins to love this beautiful girl like You do… In the name of Christ who rose and appeared first to one of His daughters… Amen…

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