Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Prayer for my daughter

Girls have it tough, this world is not easy on them. Being made to feel that they're not beautiful enough, being put down by other girls who are themselves hurting, and find that their only outlet is to make someone else feel worse. I think it's hard to remember sometimes that you're loved.  By family, by God.

We went to a Mercy Me concert a week or so ago, and one of the most moving songs we heard (and one of my favorites) was "Beautiful", a song the lead singer wrote for his daughters.

"Days will come when you don't have the strength
And all you hear is you're not worth anything
Wondering if you ever could be loved
And if they truly saw your heart
They'd see so much
You're beautiful!
You are made for so much more than all of this
You're beautiful!
You are treasured, you are sacred, you are His
You're beautiful!
You are made for so much more than all of this
You're beautiful!
You are treasured
You are sacred
You are His

Praying that you have the heart to fight
Cuz you are more than what is hurting you tonight
For all the lies you've held inside so long
But they are nothing in the shadow of the cross

Before you ever took a breath
Long before the world began
Of all the wonders He possessed
There was one more precious
Of all the earth and skies above
You're the one He madly loves
Enough to die! " Mercy Me - Beautiful

I was reading 1 Peter this morning:

"Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as gold-braided hair and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight." 1 Peter 3:3

I love my daughter so much, and I know God loves her even more. She truly has that gentle and quiet spirit. I wish it were easier for her to remember that sometimes.  Thankfully, she's growing into a strong woman.

Father God, I pray that you remind Beth that she is loved.  That she is beautiful, not only in the eyes of the world, but in the eyes of those that love her, and also in Your eyes. Be with her during those moments when she's feeling down, or feeling far away from friends, and help her to know that you are with her always. Amen

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

God Rays

I was a latch-key kid for most of my childhood.  This started around first grade and lasted pretty much through high school.  On the plus side, it taught me to be very independent and self-reliant.  I got myself up in the morning, walked to school, walked home, let myself in, did my homework and waited until my Mom got home.  There was a point early on (second grade) where I also had to take two busses to and from school, managing transfers on my own.   These were LA busses, with all that implies.
On the minus side, I was a very lonely kid.
Walking home by myself was particularly bad, and when I went home sick (my Mom had a job where she couldn’t leave during the day to pick me up), and was walking home without other kids around, it was particularly lonely.
I vividly remember one particular day when I was 9. I was coming home sick and it was raining really hard, and I was pretty miserable and certainly feeling sorry for myself.  As I walked up the first hill on the way to the house, I noticed that it suddenly got sunny.  Not everywhere, just around me. I could see it raining up and down the street, but around me nothing but brightness.  It must have been one of those “God Rays” that you see, where the sun shines through a break in the clouds. 

God Rays

At the time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was my father looking down on me.  Now, I realize, it was my Father looking down on me.  It lifted my spirits during a lonely time and kept me going.  Thank you, Father.
Father God, when I look back on my life, I find that I don’t remember much. Some of it was very dark.  However, I remember those many times where you looked down on me.  When I felt a palpable, loving presence.  Where you reached down and sheltered me.  Comforted me.  And walked next to me.  I thank you for watching over me Father, and though I don’t deserve it, I thank you for loving me.  In the name of Jesus, Amen.