A Parent’s Prayer

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I like to call this “A Parent’s Prayer”.  Anyone who’s been a parent for, say, more than 60 seconds can relate to the feelings of: a) overwhelming affection and, b) overwhelming responsibility.  As uncomfortable as it may seem, all of us are born into a war zone; we call it Earth.  And it’s been a spiritual war zone since before Eve discovered apple pie.  So this prayer of David speaks to me of the spiritual warfare that we, as parents, are never discharged from.  But we have the best-ever assistance from our Captain.  Pray this over your family, no matter what circumstances looks like–

A PSALM OF DAVID

Praise the Lord, who is my rock.
    He trains my hands for war
    and gives my fingers skill for battle.

He is my loving ally and my fortress,
    my tower of safety, my rescuer.
He is my shield, and I take refuge in him.
    He makes the nations submit to me.

 O Lord, what are human beings that you should notice them,
    mere mortals that you should think about them?

For they are like a breath of air;
    their days are like a passing shadow.

 Open the heavens, Lord, and come down.
    Touch the mountains so they billow smoke.

Hurl your lightning bolts and scatter your enemies!
    Shoot your arrows and confuse them!

Reach down from heaven and rescue me;
    rescue me from deep waters,
    from the power of my enemies.

Their mouths are full of lies;
    they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.

 I will sing a new song to you, O God!
    I will sing your praises with a ten-stringed harp.

For you grant victory to kings!
    You rescued your servant David from the fatal sword.

Save me!
    Rescue me from the power of my enemies.
Their mouths are full of lies;
    they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.

 May our sons flourish in their youth
    like well-nurtured plants.
May our daughters be like graceful pillars,
    carved to beautify a palace.

May our barns be filled
    with crops of every kind.
May the flocks in our fields multiply by the thousands,
    even tens of thousands,

 and may our oxen be loaded down with produce.
May there be no enemy breaking through our walls,
    no going into captivity,
    no cries of alarm in our town squares.

Yes, joyful are those who live like this!
    Joyful indeed are those whose God is the Lord.

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Psalm 144   Holy Bible. New Living Translation copyright© 1996, 2004, 2007, 2013 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reser

Author: dawnlizjones

Tends toward TMI, so here's the short list: guitar and banjo (both of which have been much neglected as of late), bicycling (ibid), dogs, very black tea, and contemplating and commenting on deep philosophical thoughts about which I have had no academic or professional training. Oh, also reading, writing, but I shy away from arithmetic.

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