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Wrapping up our mini-series on prayer <3

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Good morning! 

This week on the blog, I launched myself off into a “mini-series” on how God grew and matured my prayer life over the years as a result of becoming a parent. Somehow having small humans handed over to me to tend and nurture and train, gave me an astounding and profound awareness of all the places where I  lacked wisdom, knowledge, and grace. 

It would seem God was always tending, nurturing and training me along with them. 

This morning I jotted down a list of ways I learned to pray for them as the years moved along. The ones that came to mind in the short time I allowed for the exercise were:

  • Character development
  • God’s timing vs. our timing
  • Trusting Him
  • Grace and mercy towards self and others
  • Faith in waiting 
  • Generosity
  • Teachable heart
  • Protection
  • Wisdom
  • Discernment
  • Conviction and repentance 
  • Healing
  • Discipline
  • Direction and guidance
  • Peace
  • Hope
  • Joy

That’s just a few. There are so many more. 

And as I pointed out on yesterday’s post; sometimes (often) as I prayed for them, God would show me my own need in that same area. 

This led to prayer for my own growth and also for mercy and forgiveness where I had failed to set good examples or to teach them well. 

I will give you Exhibit A in the on-going process of praying for our offspring and then asking God to work in my own heart. 

We all are probably appalled at some of the commercials aired during ball games. Since ball games are basically all we watch besides the news, I use that as my point. 

Our little guys enjoy sitting down with their mom and dad and catching a football game or baseball game and it seems a good way to spend the time in the evening, but then some commercial will come on that touts a new series of horror shows or far too explicit intimacy and the cry goes out to cover eyes and look away. 

But recently I have noticed a theme in Christmas advertising that on the surface seems innocent enough and yet deep down is filled with a sin that is more “acceptable” in our church culture. 

Two commercials recently have played on the story of Charles Dickens “A Christmas Carol” yet both end up with the Spirit of Christmas providing a luxury automobile or item to the character playing Scrooge. 

It makes me sick. 

While Dickens was not actually writing a from a Christian perspective, the theme he wrote about resonated with God’s Truth. 

We cannot love both God and money. Riches in this world were given to bless others, not to line our own pockets. 

So I pray for not only the eyes of our children and grandchildren to be open to the subtle message that we deserve the best that the world can offer. I pray for myself as well, because I have always had a tendency to be drawn to shiny things. 

I pray that we will recognize the lies that “things” will make us happy, successful, “blessed” and that we will look to the treasure that moth and rust can never destroy. To let go of all that might hold us captive so that we can live truly in the freedom for which Christ has set us free. 

Prayer is an on-going, open conversation with God about the things on our hearts and an intentional listening back regarding the things on His. 

It all matters. 

All of it.

Blessings friends – you are precious in His sight and well loved <3

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Day 3 prayer …..The truth and nothing but the truth <3

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As we continue with our mini-series on prayer this week, I was (of course) praying about what to share and this memory came to mind so here is today’s thought. 

At some point in one of our children’s lives around that lovely teen year stage, I was quite frustrated with some behavior that I deemed to be not at all in line with the character of Christ being formed in her. 

She seemed to be picking up a habit of leaving out details that might incriminate her and turn the story towards her favor. There was a level of trust that was eroding and I didn’t like what I was seeing. 

When my lectures made no dent into it, I went to the prayer closet (which happened to be our living room couch) and prayed fervently for God to help me with this continued bent of our daughter. 

I typically find that pouring all the thoughts rattling around in my brain out first and then just being silent seems to work for my prayer life, so I told God all the ways I was concerned and the thing that I was seeing and then I detailed some examples…because you know me…never short on words. 

And then I quieted my heart and listened for His counsel on how to move forward in correction and discipline and such. 

Instead I heard a gently voice say….

Well Laura, you certainly have taught her well. 

Ouch. 

The voice of conviction hit hard and I recognized instantly my own ways of doing similar things that I had always justified. 

It seems I learned early on that I do not like people being angry with me and so if I needed to repaint something I had down with colors that looked more favorable and pleasing to the authority figures in my life, I would do it. 

I would pretty much do or say what was needed to avoid any kind of conflict and justify that they were “white lies”,but lies are not white. Ever.

In the moment of truth, I realized that I too, had a tendency to withhold information if I thought someone would be displeased with me. I wanted to always be presented in the best light. 

Oh the ugly truth of it as I wept and asked God to help me turn from that kind of deception. 

I realized that the root of my “white lies” was a fear of man. I didn’t want the authority figures in my life to be angry or upset with me. God worked into my heart the understanding that if I was living for Him and bowing only to Him, chances were improved that the authority figures in my life would also be pleased…

BUT…..

Even if they were not, for whatever reason, I would be pleasing in His sight and that is what my source of joy and my life. 

So often prayer for someone we are struggling with reveals something in us that needs God’s touch. It’s the old…remove the plank from you eye so you can help the brother or sister or daughter or whoever with the splinter in their eye deal. 

We are all works in progress and pray is the way God helps us to grown and be transformed. 

Blessings on you as you continue to work out your own salvation with fear and trembling. 

Hope you will finish this series with me tomorrow and that’s the honest truth   <3

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Day 2 – learning to pray deeper prayers…the hard way <3

If you weren’t here yesterday, you may need to back track for this to make sense.

I am sharing some thoughts on how my prayer life had to grow up with our children so you can check out the first post here. https://www.laurareimer.net/did-you-have-a-good-day/

Part of the reason I wanted Rachel and everyone else around me to have “good” days was that I tend to absorb the emotions of those around me. I am not afraid of my sad feelings but when I am taking on everyone else’s mood along with my own…well…it can be painful and overwhelming beyond what I can bear. 

So another growth step for me was realizing that my prayer for happiness in others was, at its deepest roots, a rather selfish prayer. I didn’t want to hurt for them either. Their pain and suffering caused me pain and suffering and I seem to manage a rather large chunk of melancholy all by myself. 

If everyone around me can be doing well, then I can just have space to deal with any dark clouds that might be coming my way over the course of an otherwise sunny life. 

Sigh.

Growing up as an adult is rather arduous, in case you haven’t noticed. 

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Since I DO know that most pain and disappointment in life is what shapes and refines us, I get that it is important but it has to have purpose. The fuel of our pains and sorrows are usually disappointment, rejection, unmet expectations, betrayal by someone and general failure in health, relationships and/or what we consider to be a prosperous existence. 

So my prayers began to focus on God and how He might be working in those situations that are just going to come. I, of course, also had to pray for my own heart and spirit to not succumb to overwhelm every time someone in our family hit a major pot hole along the road. 

It has been a process. 

Trust me. 

Our children and my dear patient husband can attest to the fact that me leaving people alone to work things out was not something I learned over night. And, in truth, I still struggle…but I am better than I was. 

And prayer has been my lifeline. 

Wrestling with God while a loved one wrestles with a life struggle is also prayer. It is in His strength that I can refrain from stepping in (most of the time) and not try to “FIX” everything and everyone. 

Recently I was reminded of how God has grown me in this. 

With soccer season running long and late this year, there have been a couple of tournaments that would have proved miserable for of the Fab Four to attend.

One weekend when Zach had to work, we kept just Joel and Emmett and another weekend when the games were early and the forecast was cold and rainy, we kept Joel and Caroline. 

During the first one with the two boys, we took them to our neighbor’s restaurant for a yummy breakfast. The boys were treated like royalty and so when Joel was coming with Caroline and we suggested we go there after church, Joel began filling her with great expectations for all kinds of delightful surprises. 

It was the talk of the weekend until early Sunday morning when Joel woke with an upset tummy. 

We were hoping it was the multiple hot dogs and s’mores before bedtime, and he went back to sleep and woke feeling a little better. We decided to do church online, but still planned to go to Buki’s as he assured us he was up for it. 

Everyone got dressed and we piled in the car. Caroline was chattering away for the short drive, but when I went to get Joel out he melted into my knees while huge tears oozed down those sweet little cheeks. 

I asked him if he was not feeling like going in and he burst into more tears and shook his head no. I motioned to Russ that we needed to retreat and he brought Caroline back and buckled her in. 

He was miserable. 

She was furious. 

She turned her back to him and looked out the window, while he tried to reach over and rub her arm. 

It was so painful I thought I would shatter into a thousand pieces. 

Of course, we told him it was okay and that we would go another time and that he had made the right choice to not go when he just didn’t feel like eating. 

But there was no consolation. 

He had let her down and he was hurting and she was hurting and all I could do was pray. 

There was no sense in filling the sorrow in the car with trying to make everyone feel better about the disappointment and explaining to Caroline how her cold shoulder was adding to his sorrow.

They needed to be sad and disappointed and they needed to struggle with that so they could decide that really nothing like missing a pancake with whipped cream could come between the bond they share. 

We got home and it was not very long before they were snuggled up with a blanket and a story, and later laughing and playing a game. When Joel felt up to it we took them to the park and he let her lead on the trail and pick the next activity on the playground. 

God at work…it was hard to watch and yet beautiful. 

Prayer. 

It is us just turning to God with our hands spread out and saying…I don’t know what to do, but You do…please help us get through this well.

Hope you will come back tomorrow…<3

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