Seasons are my favorite!
I’m not talking about the two seasons we have here in Phoenix :
Warm and Lake of Burning Fire Hot . No, I like the good old four seasons of my
youth; cold, kind of warm, hot, and kind of cool. There are such wonderful things about each of
the four seasons. Different wardrobe,
different vistas, different activities, different joys. Because of that, you have to prepare for each
season. The wrong wardrobe could make
your season rather uncomfortable. Each
season has the potential for its own special type of storm. Kind of like life. If I’m brutally honest, I don’t have the same
love for all of the seasons in life. (Great
lead-in, right?)
This time last year, I knew a new season was on the horizon
and I needed to batten down the hatches of my heart. This storm threatened to rip my sweet, momma
heart into shreds. You see, my little
baby girl who, in my mind was still two and telling me she loved me “this much”,
was actually getting ready for her senior year of high school. We were on a collision course with a time
when we wouldn’t be able to tuck her in at night, or see her on the other side
of the dinner table, or catch a glimpse of her as she raced out to get to
school on time. I stubbornly tried to
dig my feet into the ground to keep time from continuing to pass. It wasn’t pretty. I spoke to a wise woman who shared that God
has his own way of preparing your heart for this season. She said that in his infinite wisdom, God
makes teenagers “irritating” to the point where your heart is ready for them to
venture out of the nest (possibly with a little shove for good measure). I thought surely she didn’t love her child as
much as I loved mine. I’m just going to
be honest. The ever quoted verse,
Proverbs 22:6 says “Train a child up in the way he should go, and when he is
old he will not turn from it.” That’s
all fine and dandy on paper but in real life it is way harder than you can
imagine. At least that is what I thought
then.
Fast forward to April of my daughter’s senior year. By golly if God had not worked his same magic
on my heart. I was happy to help her
plan her move to the dorms. I already
had plans for her room. As in, I drew an
HGTV-worthy floorplan. I’m not proud. But yeah, that happened. Today my heart is
somewhere in between. We are moving her
into her dorm in less than two weeks.
I searched the Bible for something, anything, that would
help in this season. It all came back
down to prayer. At some point we all
have to hand our kids over to God and pray.
I prayed continually as Paul instructs urges us to do in 1 Thessalonians
5:17. And you know what? He has already answered some of those prayers. I am so thankful that regardless of the
season, God has my back. After all,
she’s His daughter first.
The following are some of the verses that I pray over my
children (a little more fervently over my oldest as she becomes an adult):
Romans 12:2 (to stand out from the world)
1 Thessalonians 5:6 (to not be like everyone around them)
Colossians 2:6-7 (to continue to grow in Christ)
What verses do you pray over your children? Please leave
yours in the comments below to share with everyone.

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