A Prayer for Our Children

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Lord, you love our children so much.
Thank you for gifting me with them.
They are precious in every way.

Please help me understand them and lead and guide them in the best way.
Let me be a blessing to them and not a burden.
Open my eyes and my heart so that I may see them with your eyes and love them with Christ’s love.
Let me not see them from my own, sometimes selfish, perspective.
Let me love them not as I think they should be loved, but love them as you would have them be loved.

Please bless each of my children in heart, mind, body, and spirit,
that they may know you in faith, in hope, and in love.
Bolster them in their weaknesses, and guide them in their strengths.
Make yourself known to them.
Knock from the inside, and get them to turn around, seeing you for who you are,
the All-Love, All-Light, Creator of Existence, the Everlasting Instant.

Remind them continually to turn to you and to love the people of this world as Christ loves them.
Remind them that they are never restful until they rest in you.
And when they doubt, teach them that doubt is the brother of Truth.
And when they despair, remind them that despair is not necessary, as you are always there, beneath them, to catch them and to carry them on.

Send your Spirit to be with them.  
Let your Spirit reside in their hearts, bursting with all the fruits and gifts they can bear.

May your Holy Spirit be with them.
May your Saints pray for them.
May your Angels protect and guide them.
May your Mother, Mary, keep them in her heart, her prayers, and under her mantle.

Amen. Amen. Amen.

all creation is groaning in labor pains…

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(A prayer reposted from livingwithchrist.us)

 

Jesus, how wonderful
it would be if the
grief of this world
could be turned into joy!

And yet, Lord, that is what
you say will happen
when the kingdom comes
in its fullness.

But that time still
seems so far off.
Right now, the kingdom
is still being born,
accompanied
by pain and anguish
and fear and turmoil.
All creation is groaning
in labor pains, says Paul,
and we all wait for
the kingdom to be born.

Jesus, we’ve never given women
the credit they deserve for the
courage and heroic endurance
it takes to give birth.
And until recent medical advances,
every woman in childbirth
had a strong chance of dying
in the process.

Help me to learn
from these women, Lord.
Give me some of their strength
as I struggle to give birth
to the kingdom in my own life.
Give me some of their selflessness,
so that I may give of myself for others.
Give me some of their generosity
so that I might put others before myself.
Give me some of their courage
in facing death,
so that I might die to myself
for the sake of the kingdom.

Childbirth is messy, painful,
and dangerous, Lord.
Help me to keep looking
forward to the day
when all our anguish
will be turned
to eternal joy.
Amen.

A Two-Year-Old Prayer

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I change his diaper
on the bedroom floor.
White carpet, toys all around.
He grabs the book beside him
and asks me to read.
I can’t since one hand is holding him
and the other is busy, and then he says,
“…father, son, holy spirit,
bless Jesus, and Mary,
and not be sick, and not worry,
and not hit…amen…”
I continue the messy work
while he inquires about his sisters
and then we head out for a last bit of
playing, sorting, storing, reading
and wild running before bed
while my heart sings.