The creation of these prayers nearly always binds a group together in profound ways.
I don’t know about your feed, but mine is full of posts about how to talk to our children about this latest tragedy. Here’s where God led us when we finally did.
“How did I get here?” I thought. “More importantly, how do I get out?”
I started to very intentionally work prayer into our daily conversation in ways that didn’t feel forced or hokey.
I like that these prayers always feel accessible to me—always seem to be running on some subliminal loop inside my heart.
No parent, not matter how old your child is, wants to watch his or her child to be hurt. We need to find ways to rebuild our children so that they want to continue to pursue their goals. This time, we did this by praying for those who wish us to fail.
A few months ago, Nurya encouraged me to write about my experience parenting in extreme pain. Now that surgery is imminent, I’m ready to share how my pain has brought me closer to my family, my friends, and to God.
Two simple prayers: “Help me, help me, help me.” and “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” have sustained my parenting.
Praying together was one of the ways my parents taught us what it meant to be family. Those childhood prayer practices still shape my life today.
How do you replenish your spirit when it gets low? Are you spending so much time on your children and your family’s health that you neglect your own?