Reviveth My Child’s Soul

As a mother you want desperately to protect your children from any possibility of harm.  You seek to train them better than you, to help them choose wiser than yourself, to hold them close. When you become a mother you instantly stand taller and become more alert of life and danger swirling around you.  Your daily routines, places you frequent, food you eat, everything changes to accommodate your new agenda.  The life of a child in the balance. A valuable gift from God entrusted to you to love, to train, to give wings, to share Christ.

Today, I am broken, saddened that one of my precious children is hurting.  The world can be truly brutal in its deliverance. You hope as they grow that you can soften the blows yet, sometimes, just as you also had to, they have to experience its sting. The venom of sin from self or another penetrating the heart, breaking it down and sending the scattered pieces into their flood of tears.  How do we stop the flow of the poisons grip on our child’s soul?  What can we say that breathes a healing salve on the wounds and brings new life to their empty bones?  How can I answer the question ‘Why is this happening?'”

Sins grip on this world is so maddening, unrepentant in its destruction, determined to rot the spirits power. It doesn’t make sense, it confuses the mind, it trips up our passions and chooses to devour. I Peter 5:8 It is disguised as an angel of light. II Corinthians 11:14 A thief that comes to steal, kill and destroy. John 10:10.

Oh, I know how to answer those questions, I know the answer to the pain. I know the Great Physician, the Healer, the one who binds up our wounds and heals the broken heart. Isaiah 61.  I know my plight as a mother is for my child to hear me. For sunshine to open wide the eyes with its light, for God’s glory to rain down and expose the darkness that has settled around.  To see the sad state of the one who cannot see, the one that is lost in the gratification of earthly treasures.  Oh to understand the jealousy of a just God who protects that precious gift entrusted to its mother, the child chosen to serve, to love and to give of self regardless of its return.

I ask you Lord please dry up the river, take the hand that is afraid to relinquish its grip and peel the fingers back on the tangible and familiar past so that your words of transformation can breathe this bird back to life more hardened to the world and softened to the hands of the potter, more refined and transformed by His grace. For no one can snatch you from His hand John 10:28, God’s truth will set you free John 8:32, you are made beautiful in His time Ecclesiastes 3:11.  I pray forgiveness for the trespasser and restoration of my little nuggets soul Psalm 23.

You have come so that we may have life in abundance. John 10:10

Reviveth the soul! Psalm 19:7


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