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The Lord's Will

How many times have I prayed.....

Dear God,
Please protect my children and keep them safe.

Dear God,
Give my children wisdom and help them make good decisions.

Dear God,
Help me teach my children to know You and Your Word.

Dear God,
Keep us together. Don't let my children die. Please don't take them from me. I wouldn't be able to survive it.

Dear God,
Please don't let my children become homosexuals. Give them good, Christian women whom they will love.

Dear God,
Keep my children close to You, so that if it is Your will that they leave this Earth, they will be with You in Heaven. To know that my children will be with You is a peaceful balm for my soul.

So many people have prayed these prayers. People who love the Lord with all their heart, soul, and strength. People who pray and read their Bibles every day. People who worship Him with fellow believers on Sunday mornings. People who endeavour to know God more. Yet, they still lose their children in some form or fashion. Children who die from cancer. Children who get run over by cars. Children who turn their backs on God and who are destined for eternal separation from Him. Children who are taken from their beds at night by strangers.

We cannot always keep them safe and in our arms. There even comes a point when we cannot even tell them what they should believe. They must make that decision on their own and we can only sit back and watch. We always wonder if what we are doing is the best we can do. Are we teaching them about God to the best of our ability? Are we imparting enough wisdom? Are we praying for them enough? Are we keeping them safe?

It all comes down to trust and that is a very hard thing to do. I don't know the plans God has for my children. So here is one more prayer that I will pray....

Dear God,
Help me to trust You and to know that Your will is perfect. Give me peace.

"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6,7

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