Never underestimate the power of praying for your child.
My daughter and I have been talking a lot about her college plans. She has one more year of high school. Should she dual enroll at a local college? Should she take all rigorous classes? Should she participate in work based learning? Should she create a schedule that allows herself some breathing room, in order to actually enjoy her last year of high school?
I have made these her decisions to make, not mine, and needless to say, the entire ordeal has her incredibly stressed. As we were talking about it over the weekend, she shared that she had a gut feeling about a decision she should make. I asked her if she had prayed about it and she admitted she hadn’t.
I told her that I felt like God gives us all an inner voice that helps to lead us in the direction that He wants us to go, but that we have to spend time in quiet prayer to hear that voice. I also warned her that Christians are never called to make decisions based on fear. The Bible tells us repeatedly to fear not.
On Sunday, we had to combine my daughter’s Sunday school class with ours. She is in the older class and was not thrilled, but she reluctantly attended. The lesson was from Mark 5, where Jesus cast out many demons from a man and cast them in to 2,000 pigs.
After we went over the study questions about the Scripture, we moved on to some life application questions. One of the questions was, “We’ve seen how demons controlled the man in this story. What other things-besides demons-can take control of a person’s life?” The answer was to accept all reasonable answers and then listed drugs, alcohol, sports, relationships, fear, depression, anxiety, trying to be popular, the Internet, shopping, etc.
After they all shared, I read the answers printed. My daughter looked at me and told me she felt like I was “re-tweeting her.”
For those of you not familiar with Twitter, that’s just teen age slang for calling her out. I assured her I wasn’t making it up and even showed her the text. Her eyes got a little wide.
My hubby, sitting at the other end of the table, quietly commented, “Looks like there was a reason for you to be in here today.”
Boom! There the Holy Spirit was at work. It’s always so fabulously amazing to watch God step in when it comes to my kids’ faith. I pray and then I often worry needlessly. It’s sometimes hard to remember that He loves my children more than I do and when it comes to growing their faith, He’s always working a step ahead of me.
Last Sunday, I was reminded and I sometimes need reminding. Perhaps you do too.
Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂