I cuddled each touch point in prayer here. (Janet you started this whole material/tactile prayer thing with my quilt :)) I pressed into prayer with each daughter’s name and added our own little life things for Him, to hold near. I used to tell my girls on Easter Morning, Christ must have felt, even if restrained from saying so, “Tah Dah!’ Not that their was any magic to the moment, but because I believe He had to have been playful as He was serious because our God creates children to play. Over and over in Scripture, children are honored. Perhaps, it may be just about my relationship with my Jesus, but we are playful in our dynamic. . .So I’m just transparently sharing. . .What a privilege at Easter to pray this prayer forward for each of my girls and tuck this in their Easter Basket tonight. . .As they rise in the Light of tomorrow. . There: the prayers will be tucked in with the hands of Christ for their Spring journey onward. In His Love and Mine, love each of you girls”
Hope, Ashlyn, Megan and Kathleen, more than you will ever, ever, ever know! And love you more! I win! Well, okay, you counter me. . .I loved you Second after He first loved you!
Make your own vestment in prayer this Easter for those you love! Easter Blessing. . .Sunday is Coming! Praise God!
Posted by Ann Voskamp, August 24, 2012 aholyexperience.com (click on her wondrous link!)
a prayer for a daughter
Father who breathed into this daughter…
I pray for this girl being formed into eternity….
May the wind always be in her hair
May the sky always be wide with hope above her
And may all the hills be an exhilaration
the trials but a trail,
all the stones but stairs to God.
God, clothe this girl in a gown of grace
Grace, the only dress that makes beautiful,
the style of Your spirit.
Nourish her on the comfort food of the Word,
Word, that makes her crave more of Christ,
have hunger pangs for Him.
May her vocation in this world simply be translation
Translating every enemy into esteemed guest
Translating every countenance into the face of Christ
Translating every burden into blessing
When it’s hard to be patient… make her willing to suffer
When it’s ridiculous to be thankful … make her see all is grace
When it’s radical to forgive … make her live the foundation of our faith
And when it’s time to work… make her a holy wonder.
May she be bread and feed many with her life and her laughter
May she be thread and mend brokeness and knit hearts
May she be dead to all ladders & never go higher , only lower, to the lonely, the least & the longing
Her led of the Spirit to lead many to the Cross
that leads to the tomb wildly empty.
Oh, and raise me, Lord, from the deadness of my own sins to love this beautiful girl like You do…
In the name of Christ who rose
and appeared first
to one of His daughters…
P.S. The Worldy reality is that my two main gifts for their baskets are late. Go figure, they will each get a pic of what is coming!