So, I was at church with my family listening to the worship music when I felt God speak to me. In the tradition I was raised I was taught thatGod can give you the means of expressing yourself in unusual ways, commonly called “speaking in tounges.” Here I found myself being directed to something similar, but it was writing and it was in English. As the words poured out of me I realized that it was a prayer for my children. As I fell into the emotion of what I was writing. The tears came down and I attempted to resist the discomfort. I realized in that moment that my feelings for my family are like a wound. It is myself totally open and without reservation. I can attend it with bandages to keep it under control, but it is a wound. Touch that spot and you will get my most honest a visceral reactions. Strike it, but if you do then you’ll need to run. There is the expression, “I love them so much it hurts.” This is a feeling to which I clearly make a connection.
Below you will find what I wrote. It is a prayer for my children. The prayer is based on verses Isaiah and Jeremiah, when God decrees judgements. It is a prayer for the reversal of those judgments.
A fathers prayer
Gracious are you God and father of our Lord Jesus Christ. For you transcend eternity and have sought me and my forebears and my descendants. In a land foreign and alone you have called us by your name. Apart from you I have no good thing.
Your name reaches far beyond my house. May the power of your name reign over my family. Will you watch over those who bear my name and show them all your Grace. Forgive their sins. Give them eyes to see and ears to hear. Make their hearts soft and supple. Let them see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts and turn and be healed.
Let the word to my descendants be, “ this is the place of repose, let the weary rest.” Grant them the wisdom to withhold themselves from the foolish. Let them be seekers of wisdom and lovers of peace. Let them choose companions of the spiritual tribes of Israel. Let the work of their hand prosper.
When the time comes for their discipline, have mercy. Discipline them, as an unruly calf, but heal them that they may return to you. Do not leave them utterly desolate. For you have loved me, love my descendants. For you good oh Lord and your love endures forever.
Amen
PS- please forgive the formatting and any spelling problems on my blog. I am writing this at the gym.
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