"That is how life goes---we send our children into the wilderness.
Some of them on the day they are born, it seems,
for all the help we can give them.
for all the help we can give them.
Some of them seem to be a kind of wilderness unto themselves.
But there must are angels there, too, and springs of water.
Even that wilderness, the very habitation of jackals, is the Lord’s.”
Gilead by Marilynne Robinson, p 119
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| Surely the Lord is in this place and yet I knew it not. Genesis 28:16 |
Heavenly Father,
These children grow, and they are restless to spread their wings. You know my heart, Lord, and how I would rather they didn't, how I would like to keep them "safe" and little. Yet they must live in this world, in this wilderness. My selfish attempts to keep them in the sunshine do not work and do not help them.
"It's ok, mommy's here," I soothe them in the night, though that is a comfort that will not help them there.
But You have promised to be with them always. Fasten their hearts (and mine) to Your strong Word, that we may not fear.
In Jesus' name,
Amen.