One morning last week, I prayed before leaving the house. Not your typical “Keep us in your will and help us to be a witness” generic pill form prayer
Maybe, you know the prayer I prayed.
Imploring words, unashamed lifted up, open hands of surrender and honesty
Raw requests for the power of God to change hearts, minds, actions.
Intercessory prayer for the people I love, daughter, son, husband that their hearts begin to humble.
There has been a sense of hovering uncertainty and frustration and a whole lot of eggshell walking avoidance and unwillingness to bend in our family.
Nothing life-threatening just moody, stubborn, head strong battles over not so important things
Each of us, simultaneously on the brink of meltdowns over each one’s unique discontent
So, I prayed for them; but, lingered mostly on me.
Lord, let your love, you joy, your patience and your grace infuse my being.
Influence my words, my thoughts, my reactions.
Lord, help not pitch a fit, throw my hands up, begin a pity party or have the posture of a martyr.
Disorder is not of you, or from you Lord.
How could I not remember that this strain and stress are not what you would have for my family?
What you, Lord have for my family are Joy, Peace, Love, and Hope.
I am confident of this, for you are our Savior
Savior of my daughter, my son, my husband.
Our peace, not selfish ugliness
Our love, not angry, refusing to bend disapproval
Our joy, not disappointment
Our hope, not our “washing our hands” of a challenge or of one another
And so, last night rather than ornaments I used words to adorn our tree. Visuals of God’s reminders of the things he brings to our hearts and our homes…Joy, Peace, Love and Hope.