I confess, I’m tired of the 7 Day Challenge. My prayers have waxed and waned and I have grown weary. Actually a little bored. Did you notice yesterday I didn’t write any new material, just the prayers (and remember I didn’t write those prayers. They are a resource given to me by someone else that I altered to fit our sons)? That’s me punking out. Getting lazy. That’s my focus failing. My flesh winning… And it is also the enemy seducing me into quitting so that I could be a fraud as mother and a blogger. But most of all, he wants to derail me so that the lives of my sons would not have the strength of prayer (which is the strength of God) moving powerfully in their lives.
Let’s not do that, shall we? Let’s not punk out and give in. Let’s press on.
When you think about your son’s future, what do you see? What do you desire for him? Is he a good provider and a great husband and father? Is his heart hungry for God from preschool to college? Do you envision him getting up early and spending time in prayer and studying Scripture before his day begins in high school? Or maybe he stands up to the teacher who tries to make a mockery of his faith? This is what I see for my boys. I see them both as men who are gentle and strong, with a great sense of humor. I can see my oldest as a high schooler who walks into a party and immediately leaves because he is repulsed by the porn on the big screen. When I look into his future I can see him falling in love with the word of God and leading others to Christ. Fast forward to manhood and I can see my youngest in the kitchen getting coffee one morning as his wife comes in with the baby, all disheveled and tired. And he still feels in his heart a swell of love and passion for her as he watches her get the baby into the highchair. As he takes that first sip of coffee he prays, “Oh Lord, thank you for my life. Thank you for this woman. This family. Help me to lead them, Father. Help me to protect them and provide. Thank you for all you have done. I love you, Lord, and I will serve you everyday for the rest of my life.”
These are the dreams for my sons that guide my prayers for them.
I am sure there are those reading this that think these are pipe dreams, and the cynicism of life in this world rages forward in their hearts. But not me. I choose something different. I choose NOT TO FALL PREY to the idea that I cannot raise young men who will walk away from popularity and choose the often lonely road of authentic Christianity. I choose to believe that Christ will secure the hearts of my sons for His heart and His purposes. After all, is He not the God who parted the Red Sea? Who was in the furnace with the Hebrew boys? Who WALKED ON WATER and calmed the storm? Is He not the God who healed the blind and lame and BROUGHT PEOPLE BACK FROM THE DEAD? Is this not the God I serve?
Yes, He is all and did all of these things. And because I belong to Him I can believe the impossible for my boys because He is the God who slaughtered the impossible on the cross. Jesus consumed death because He is the Author of Life. And He is Life. He is the Consequence-Keeper, the Impossibility-Killer and the Destroyer-of-Doubt. Jesus devours calamity and sin. He not only makes dead things live He causes them to flourish.
When I look at the world I become afraid for my sons. Do you? I tremble as I think of all they must navigate in this world. It is like a minefield. There is so much coming against them.
But that is the wrong place for me to focus.
When I focus on God, I grow strong and vicious towards the things coming after my sons…
“But the Lord is the true God;
he is the living God and the everlasting King.
At his wrath the earth quakes,
and the nations cannot endure his indignation… It is he who made the earth by his power,
who established the world by his wisdom,
and by his understanding stretched out the heavens.
When he utters his voice, there is a tumult of waters in the heavens,
and he makes the mist rise from the ends of the earth.
He makes lightnings for the rain,
and he brings out the wind from his storehouses.” Jeremiah 10:10-13
And then, filled with this strength, with my eyes fixed on the One Who Holds My Sons, I can pray. I can fight for them. I can stand against the enemy who is crouching at the doorway of their lives and I can look him squarely in the eyes and say,
“YOU CANNOT HAVE THEM.”
Stand with me. Pick up your sword. Let’s pray.
Lord, I pray for those with whom my son walks side by side. I pray for his friendships. I pray that he will have godly friends who will sharpen him as iron sharpens iron (Prov. 7:17), who hold him accountable to live a godly life (Prov. 28:23), and who will step in and help him bear burdens when they grow too heavy for him to bear on his own (Gal. 6:2). I pray he will have friends who will stand with him for what is right and good, and pick him up when he falls (Ecc. 4:10).
Lord, bring a Paul into his life-an upright man of God who will pour into my son selflessly and with pure motives. Who will be the voice that confirms all he has heard from me.
Father, I also ask that you would give my son discernment and wisdom when it comes to girls. Make immodesty and lewdness repulsive to him. Bring no simple-minded, shifty, immoral girls or women into his life. Let him flee from sexual impurity and from girls with the spirit of Delilah in them. Let my son not be swayed by his sexual desires but be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Let my son remain sexually pure until marriage, and let that resolve come from his own heart: a covenant promise he makes with the God of his life.
In Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.
Mamas, keep pressing. Stand. We are in this together!