. . . and your children I will save. Isaiah 49:25b
Your children I will save!
Healing, encouraging words for the parent and the grandparent.
The promises are so great!
I don’t know God’s will about my job, about which car to drive, about whether or not to replace the carpeting in my living room. But I do know His will about my children! The Bible is filled with promises about my children — so many that as I read them, I list them and often return to remind myself of God’s desires.
I know it is God’s will that my children honor Him.
I know it is God’s will that my children will be taught by the LORD, that
they are established in righteousness,
they continue the heritage of His kingdom,
they are blessed by Him,
they have plenty,
they have a secure fortress and refuge in the Lord, and that
they have great peace.
He tells me to pray. And so I continue to pray.
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You see, this is their heritage. And we, as parents, shall never, ever give up praying for their heritage.
He saves my baby when he is sick;
He saves my child from danger;
He saves my child, lost in his sin;
He saves the ill, the weak, the down-trodden.
~~I pray for the baby.~~
~~I pray for the child.~~
~~I pray for the lost child.~~
~~I pray for the ill, the weak, the down-trodden.~~
Again I return to those words. I unfold those words. I cry out to God. It is my heritage.
And it is your heritage. Unfold those words. And never give up. Never lose “hope,” your expectation!
Pray the Word for your children: I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better. I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. Ephesians 1: 17-19
Further reading: Psalm 24:6, 25:13, 119:130; Proverbs 14:26; Deuteronomy 28:4; Isaiah 54:13, 17b, John 14:11-14
Tomorrow, at midnight, her daddy will be at the back door of the building.
Tomorrow, at midnight, her daddy will pick her up – his precious daughter – his youngest daughter.
She’s coming home – to her new life – free of the addiction, guilt, and darkness of the past.
She’s coming home – to her children – her beautiful children who have weathered the storm and are awaiting the comfort of their mommy’s arms, awaiting the sound of her voice, the coconut fragrance of her hair, and the touch of her fingers stroking the nape of their necks as she sings them to sleep.
She’s coming home – to her new home – a big yellow house bathed in love and steeped in tradition and heritage.
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Her recovery is complete; her debt is paid; her punishment is over.
She will step out and breathe in the cold, crisp, fresh air.
And she’ll thank God for the new life He has given her.
And tomorrow at midnight, I’ll thank God again, as I promised Him last year – and forever and ever – for the new life In Christ He gave my precious daughter – my youngest daughter.