Let’s Pray For Our Kids

Yesterday, as I was volunteering in my daughter’s kindergarten class, a voice over the loudspeaker announced, “Lock down, immediately, this is not a drill!” Teachers jumped into action and children obeyed instructions quickly and soberly.

I was amazed by how quickly 18 children could come in from a snack break in the hall and quietly huddle in a corner. They followed instructions perfectly. I sat in front of them in the dark room, heart thumping, fingers fumbling out a quick text to my husband.

I wasn’t truly afraid, but the natural adrenaline rush telling my body to be ready to fight or flee was hard to control. The moment was over as quickly as it came. I’m amazed by the way ten minutes can shape an entire day. I’m thankful it didn’t rearrange my whole life.

It was nothing more ominous than a foolish man looking for children to scare, clad in a mask, and unarmed. We were never in true danger. No one knew that at the moment though.

As much as I wish I didn’t live in a world that threatens my kids I was thankful for the opportunity to talk to them about true life. Max, as a fourth grader, understood the danger better than Maggie did. He had lots of processing to do, some of it included a game plan of attacking bad guys with sharp pencils!

Our memory verse for the morning was John 14:6 “Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” After school we talked about the meaning of those verses in light of the day’s events. I told my son that he was never in any danger, not just because the man was unarmed, but because Jesus has conquered death. A bad guy isn’t a threat when you realize that Jesus is life and has made a way to the Father for us. I saw the understanding dawn on his face and although he enjoyed talking about how to defeat bad guys for the rest of the evening I know his courage comes from his faith in Jesus.

Later I got a call from Max’s teacher, whom we love, touching base about the lock down. The first thing she said is “you should be so proud of Max, you’re raising a great kid. During the lock down I told him his job was to pray and so under the desks your son prayed the whole time out loud for his class, his school, and the police men.” I’m so thankful that he has a teacher who is concerned with his spiritual and moral development and encourages him to lead.

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This world is dangerous and we have an enemy at war with our Father and our own souls. I don’t want to hide that fact from my kids, I don’t think I could if I tried, but I do want to equip them to stand firm.

Today let’s pray that our children will live in the confidence that Jesus is the way, the truth, the life:

Father, this world can be a dangerous place for our children, help our mama hearts to rest assured in your faithfulness to our kids. As we raise them to trust you will you give them the confidence they need to follow you boldly, to speak unashamed of your goodness, to trust your protection. Draw their hearts to live in the assurance that Jesus gives them life. Thank you that we can trust you with these precious kids. Amen.

Have you ever had a scary moment that has forced you to recognize your need to trust God with your kids? How did you respond? It’s easy as mamas to want to control our kids lives, but God’s better at it.

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3 thoughts on “Let’s Pray For Our Kids

  1. Beck – Thank you for sharing Max’s courage and faith in our Father in such a scary moment….. About 3 years ago my family rented a pontoon boat – My daughter, son in law and grandson were her visiting from San Diego. My grandchildren Ryan, Ciara and a cousin were with us on the boat when my daughter Angela slipped off the ladder and her leg went into the propeller of the boat. She immediately knew something was wrong and called for help – when they pulled her up they could see three large gashes in her leg from the knee down. We were about 20 minutes from shore so we were not sure if she could make it back without losing a ton of blood …. My husband and younger daughter pulled her in made a tourniquet and elevated her leg we called into the dock to have emergency services there when we arrived. While all of this was going on I was at the front of the boat with the children holding them closely and all of us praying out loud in the name of Jesus for our (daughter-mom-auntie). We got to shore and the paramedic said he could not believe she had not lost more blood (thank you Jesus) once we got to the hospital and she was examined they said they would clean up the wounds and stich her up – Well the doctor on call just happened to be an orthopedic specialist and they called him in to take a look at it. He immediately scheduled her for surgery to make sure it was cleaned properly since she was on the lagoon side which carries so much bacteria, he also wanted to take a look to make sure there was not more extensive damage to the muscles and nerves. Right before going into surgery he came in when we were getting ready to pray and told her that she was a very blessed woman and that God had granted her favor and everything should have been much, much worse. He prayed with us and she went into surgery. Well years later when I look back at the whole thing I can see that God was truly in control the whole time – I cannot and will not ever understand how calm I was (thank you Jesus) during the whole thing and how awesome my grandchildren were to be strong and there faith was not to be moved even though they were terrified. Thank you Father for your favor and strength that day, I learned how powerful you are and how my faith was only strengthened not torn away that day.

    Beck – I wish I could write as well as you do – I enjoy reading your blog xoxoxoxox

    Darlynn

  2. Darlynn, thanks for your comment, and thanks for reading my blog. What an amazing way for your kids and grandkids to see Jesus at work in your family! Those are moments we wouldn’t ever want to live again but are so thankful for when they are over and we can see how God was with us!

  3. I learned about 9 years ago the importance of praying for the kids my boys go to school with – especially the ones who have no one to pray for them – like the one who threatened to kill my 8th grader – to stab him in the back and kill him the next week with a knife he showed him. At first I got mad, then I realized this kid didn’t have a mom who made him go to school, didn’t teach him about a God who never abandoned him, who fought for him. I think there would be less acts of danger if God was allowed in school – and if people cared to pray for these lost boys who don’t know God wants them found.
    I realize I took your point of prayer a different way in the comment – but maybe if the threat had come from a student that threat maybe could have been prevented from even occurring if someone had touched their lives through prayer – and reaching.

    I cannot imagine even having to go through what you just did – oh, my! But, when our boys (and girls) step in with prayer like your son did – it grows their faith because they USED it. Over a year ago, we had a tragedy happen in our neighborhood – and a big family our boys played lost a little girl in a freak swing-set accident. My youngest, who was 11 at the time, 1) ran for help with the oldest of the neighborboy and 2) when the ambulance arrived, herded all the other siblings to the other side of the yard, encouraged them and prayed for them. Our hearts broke that day but it amazed me that in such a tragedy a little boy remembered his faith, called upon His God and brought Him into that huddle – it brings hope to us all!

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