Mother’s are getting ready to celebrate Mother’s Day this Sunday. Being a mother is one of the toughest jobs around. We have such a blessing beyond anything imaginable. God saw fit to give us children to raise, to be in the Christian army. This is no small task, and in fact, it is one of the greatest of all tasks, in my own opinion. And I’m not biased.
I often feel helpless, when my children are sick, or when they are hurt beyond what I can control. But that helplessness does not stay for long, because I realize whom it is that I serve and who it is that I pray to continuously over my family.
As my children grow, I realize just how helpless we are in our own accord. We raise them then set them free into the world and we only hope they have learned all they need to know. I often feel guilty that I did not do all I could, or that I did it wrong. I have to remember, we are all human, we all fall short. But Praise God, Jesus redeemed us from all the curses, so if we fall short, His grace is sufficient to cover it.
I stand on the Bible verse Proverbs 22:6 which says to Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it. I take it seriously to make sure my children are raised in church, are taught who they are in Christ. I make sure they know the only way to salvation is to confess that Jesus Christ is their Lord and Savior.
From the moment I knew they were in my womb, I began to pray over them. I also pray over their future spouses, that they are having good childhoods that they know who our Lord and Savior is. Prayer is one thing I can do without ceasing, and I do not even start a day without covering my family in it first.
When my first-born son was a baby, he had a high fever, it was on a holiday, and the doctor’s offices were closed. The closest hospital was an hour away, and we did not have enough gas or money to get him to one. So I gathered him in my arms and started pacing back and forth in his room. I closed my eyes, held up my hand towards Heaven, and prayed over him. “By Jesus stripes, you are healed Tad” After a little while I sat down with him, continued holding him, and a peace washed over me. I started singing praise songs, and crying and by the time I was done, his fever broke. I realized then the power of prayer from firsthand experience. Where I was weak, He was strong, He carried us. He carries my children! What a thought!
Never feel helpless as a mother if you call Jesus Christ your Lord and Savior. You have the most powerful thing at your disposal, prayer, and a God that hears, answers, and is with you. When you pray this power over your child, you need to know that our Lord and Savior watch over them as well. This is the confident assurance that what we believe yet cannot see is there and working.
You know how much you love your child. Well God loves them even more than we do. This is a hard concept to grasp, because I love my children with everything I have, but I know the God I serve cares for and love them more than I ever could.
Unleash that power over your child; lift them up in prayer, daily. It is the best thing you can do for them!



























