I
prayed for my grandchildren today . . . and I don’t even have grandchildren! In fact, it is difficult for me to imagine my
9, 7 and 5-year-old children being parents.
I pray for my children every day.
My prayer is that they grow to become Godly men and women whose hearts
belong to Jesus. I pray that they choose Christ!
But
today, God allowed me to see a grander picture of a possible legacy I could
leave, so I prayed for my grandchildren too.
I know God, who resides outside our space/time continuum, will transport
those prayers where they will be put to good use.
I
wonder if I’m being affected by the many parents and grandparents I pray with
often for their children and grandchildren, many of whom are not living for
Jesus. These parental tears are
passionate; their hearts are crushed; and all they really want is a secure
eternity with the people they love most.
My heart breaks for them.
Consequently, I fear for the destiny of my own family. Will temptation be too great? Will an apathetic or agnostic spirit torment
them? Will they be surrounded by friends
or a spouse who don’t know You, God? As these
fears creep in my heart, faith also rises and fights.
I
choose to believe that God will provide a strong heritage and steady platform
for my children to stand tall as God-chasers.
My hope is that God will reveal Himself to them in such a way that
living for Him becomes a non-negotiable.
I pray that they will be filled with wisdom to lead their own children
toward Grace.
When I
was a teenager, I was proud that my prayer life was picking up. At a family meeting, I told my grandfather,
who was a pastor, that I prayed for him weekly.
He smiled real big, and then his eyes widened as he said, “Jason, I pray
for you every day!” At the time, it just
felt like he one-upped me. But I cherish
those words more now than ever. My late
grandpa was the patriarch of our family and my continual role-model.
So
today, I prayed for my grandchildren.
