Our precious church has committed to send prayer teams to our home once a week to pray for Steven, Sam, and I. The first meeting was tonight, and a beautiful mama and her three babies (ages ranging from 5 to 10) and our friend came for the first meeting. I love how responsive children are to the voice of God, and I’ve shared before about how responsive Sam is already. These children’s prayers were such a treasure to me. They were like beautiful unkempt vines intertwining through the wise prayers of the adults.
Lord, may our home be a place where children are treated the way Jesus treats them–pulled into our laps and given our full attention and a place of honor.
Psalm 100 was laid on the eldest child’s heart to speak aloud for us, and everyone joined in like a choir to recite the Psalm.
1 Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth.
2 Worship the LORD with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
3 Know that the LORD is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
5 For the LORD is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.
The mama was given Philippians 1:6 for Samuel, and laid her hands on my belly to speak it to him. My sweet baby boy, may these words echo every moment from heart, “I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will carry it to completion until the day of Jesus Christ.”
It is difficult for me to crack open my Bible, to pray more than a desperate sentence or two. But my heart sings to hear the words and prayers of others. My close friend told me, “Megan, we will hold your hands up for you,” like Aaron and Hur did for Moses. You pray in my stead, you tell me the truth when I am too weak to recall it. Thank you, Church. The battle is won.