Friday, August 28, 2015

My prayer for my kids

I sent this to my boys this morning via text message.
It’s my prayer for them.
They haven’t replied.
They probably think I’m crazy.
Or wonder
if I’ve been 
drinking
so early in the morning.

They will assume,
probably, a little of both.



But seriously,
 how
interesting is a 
straight 
trail?


On a straight trail,
you can see 
everything
there is to see
at the
beginning
of the trip.

Why
Even
go?


On a crooked (curvy, not corrupt) trail, there are surprises around the corner.  You can only see enough to entice you to take the next step
To keep going.
To see what’s next.

It doesn’t show what’s at the end 
on 
the first step. 
There may be a meadow of flowers
or 
a babbling brook
There may be
  dark scary parts, too. 

Enjoy the meadows

Learn to
  be cautious
and
  discerning 
in the dark parts of the trail. 

And when 
the trail leads to a mountain 

HIGHER 

than you ever thought you could climb,

you’ll be glad 
you couldn’t

see the end. 

If you could see from the first step
A winding trail
how far,
how high,
how scary,
how dark,
how narrow,
how treacherous,
how daunting-
you 
would miss 

the

beautiful lessons

the trail has to offer

along the way.

I don’t pray for my children to be “safe.”
I pray for them to be surrounded by God’s love and protection.
If they are always safe, 
and never face a danger or fear as a child,

How will they
 survive 
the ominous dangers
  as an adult?

 I don’t pray for them to be smart
but wise.

 I don’t pray they are never hurt
but that they learn from the pain.


I don’t pray they are popular
I pray they have the courage 
and confidence 
to be who God created them to be
  regardless 
of what others 
think.  


I don’t pray that their hearts are 
never
  broken.
 Or that they 
never experience grief.

 I don’t pray for their relationships 
to be peaceful
but passionate.  

It is in learning as a child 
about grieving 
the death of a pet 
that we learn to grieve bigger losses.

It’s how we handle the disagreements and fights 
in our childhood friendships 
that teach us how to handle it 
better 
the next time.

I don’t pray for their immediate success
but that they
  never give up.  
That they allow their failures 
to teach them 
how to 
do it better 
the 
next time.

It’s in the lonely times 
when we learn to love ourselves.

It is only by 
being left out 
that we
learn how it feels 
to be left out.


Can you imagine an adult :

who always experienced 
immediate success 
in school and in relationships
Who never lost 
a game

Or fought
 with a friend
Or lost a pet
Who was
never sick 
or 
sprained an ankle 
or 
had a pimple
Whose teeth were straight
And face was beautiful
Was not
 too fat 
nor 
too thin
Who reached puberty 
at the perfect age

Who was always 
protected and safe

Who never faced 

danger 

or 

adversity


Where could such a person live as an adult that they 
wouldn’t immediately
be
  plundered and pillaged?
 And
  if there was such a place

what would happen 
to that person when :
their grandparent died,
or 
their parent,
or 
spouce ..
or 
child?

 How would they 

deal with 

the loss

or

manage 

the devastation

 if 

their spouse 

left them

or
their child 

had
  special needs

 or 

became 
addicted 
to drugs

What if
 they got 
fired
 from a job

What skills 

would they 

have

 to deal 
with loss
or
 anger
 or
pain

How would they

 treat 

other people

?

How would they

 relate

To other people

?

Can you imagine a friend like this? 


No.


I don’t pray for my children to be
perfect,

or safe,

or popular.

Because I love them

too much

to want them 

to experience 

anything 

less 

than the

  full 

experience

of 

life.