Compassion can make a person do all kinds of crazy things. Believe me, I know.
The snow was piled above our heads today in Colorado. I woke early and said good bye to B in order to spend the morning in the studio. Some people spend their days listening to their favorite musicians. I teach mine.
During a mid day break - I ran some errands. I'm not even sure how the old CD got in my car but it was right there -- Around Your Throne by Ross Parsley. I put it in, and along with the prayerful lyrics, I began to pray for my family.
Sometimes, prayer feels dry.
But, not today. Today, I am keenly aware of some prophetic authority wrapping my words -- and I just know I'm suppose to be saying them out loud. They are accompanied with a knowing that my faith is activating something that I can't even see, or explain.
My little family has stepped out this year to do some new things, and I've felt particularly sensitive to the need to be praying for each of them. We feel more broken than ever before. More hungry for God's presence. More willing to trust Him.
We believe He's gone before us in these new endeavors -- at least we are all hoping that He has.
As I drive, I pray that the 7 of us would grow in wisdom. I ask God to establish the work of our hands.
I pray that the love that Jesus had for others -- would be the same heart my family members have for the people God brings across our path.
I'm not just talking when I pray. I'm listening.
Real life situations and conversations from this past week tumble through my thoughts.
My Spirit hears things like....
I am the God of the humble. I chooses to draw close to the broken hearted, the hungry, the thirsty. I am a friend to the weak.
I compassionately wash the feet of the weary.
God's kindness continues to draw me in, and change me. Makes me want to be like Him.
At this point in the conversation -- I pray that my children will have an apostolic anointing -- that the compassion of Jesus would MOVE them to action -- that they would be powerful women and men of God TODAY and be willing to GO where ever God leads them -- to whom God leads them. Oh that they be sensitive to His leading.
In this moment of prayer, whether that be a public platform here in America -- or a hut across the ocean with a hidden ministry of intercession makes no never mind to me. It's their hearts I want to see changed.
Do you know what it cost me and Billy to follow Jesus with WILLING hearts? Everything.
Do you know what it will cost our children? The same.
It's on the heals of a hundred moments, a thousands days over the past 20 years, just like this one -- times that in MY WILLING SURRENDER, I SURRENDER MY CHILDREN TO GOD WHO CREATED THEM FOR HIS PURPOSE (You know, that thing we say about how they aren't really ours?) -- that one of my kids will blow in the door and casually say something like, "Guess where I'm going to lead worship for a month this summer? India."
"If you fulfill your calling, your children will fulfill theirs." Patricia Bootsma
If you don't spend time praying for your children, that's another conversation. But, listen sweet parent, WHO PRAYS...
What is the point of praying that your child would have COMPASSION only for you to recoil when they invite their gay, lonely friend over for dinner?
What is the point of praying that they'd be OBEDIENT to what God calls them to do, only to say NO WAY when it's going farther away -- or is more costly to them (and you) than you thought?
What is the point of praying a rebellious child would COME TO THE END OF THEMSELVES only to continually cushion the blow so much -- they're never aware they hit bottom?
And, well, a thousand other scenarios.
This is a part of learning to cooperate with the Holy Spirit not only in your own life, but in the growth of your child as well.
When your children surrender, obey, trust, sacrifice -- there is no greater joy. AND, it is also your opportunity to let go of MORE -- surrender AGAIN -- obey willingly AGAIN (even if your body trembles) -- decide to trust no matter what AGAIN -- AGAIN there is sacrifice.
This is not to say that I don't have emotions like yours -- that our greatest nightmares as mother are not all similar. It's not naivety that the rain doesn't actually fall on the just and the unjust. I'm certainly not suggesting it is easy. The Bible uses words like overcome -- and persevere. And last I lived, I didn't have to overcome or persevere something that was cake.
But, this is the process by which God grows in me -- and how God grows in my children. How we as a family become more like Jesus. It doesn't matter if you are 19, or like me, turning 41 this weekend. I imagine it to be the same at 60 and 80.
And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory,
are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory,
which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit. 2 Cor 3:18
Keep praying friend,