I'm not saying that daughters are easier to raise, but there's a certain heartache when I think about boys without fathers. There are way too many of them, for a variety of reasons, but today I bring the widows' sons to you, my own included, even though he's an adult now and I'm remarried.
Help me cling to you, Lord. To put my hope in you for your mercy and grace on our sons. Whether they turn to you and draw close to you as their father God, or whether they turn to the world as prodigals, help us turn our burdens for them over to you, in full faith of your love and faithfulness.
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| Fritz Zuber Buhler (1822-1896) |
Let us realize that you are aware of their situation and unwilling that any should perish. Quicken the inner man of our sons to make them alive in Christ. Draw them to yourself, strengthen them to desire you and to choose to obey you.
Help us as mothers to walk in obedience to you, to model a growing love for you and a desire to serve you with delight rather than a list of demands. Help us know the difference between your commands which bring life, and Pharisee-like demands which drain life.
Lord, too often the men who would be so helpful to our boys are either too blind or too busy to see how our sons need them. It hurts to see our sons so neglected by the church and our families. We ask, we suggest, and then give up; they don't understand what a painful effort it is to ask. Nor how discouraging it is when promises and good intentions aren't kept. We do notice, we are hurt, and our sons are very wounded by the disappointment and added grief of neglect and disinterest. Strengthen us and move on our behalf. If they still don't budge, help us forgive them, and cause your Holy Spirit to fill in this gap for our sons.
Lord, you are my defender! You are a father to the fatherless! You daily bear my burdens! Give me faith to believe those promises!
I cover this in Jesus name,
Amen
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,
is God in his holy dwelling.
Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior,
who daily bears our burdens
is God in his holy dwelling.
Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior,
who daily bears our burdens
Psalm 68:5, 19 (NIV)
A Widow's Plea for Her Son
ReplyDeleteI have no where to go, I
don't know what to do, I
lift my aching soul up to you
I know my son's in trouble Lord
I feel it in my soul
It is at this very moment, Lord
Im asking you to cover him,
I give you complete control.
Please protect my son, dear Lord,
and let him know you care,
I place my son in your dear hands,
this is my heart's cry prayer.
Yes, a heartcry that does not go unheard. {{hugs}}
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