Chosen Generation

My heart is heavy as a mom. I am not sure if it's the inundation of pretty pivotal news in a concentrated period of time or just these days that we are a'living' in, but I'm feeling overwhelmed.  

Beat down.  

Small.  

Irrelevant.  

In a world where people are massacred going to a movie.  In a country where our civil liberties are being taken away.  In an age where truth is being redefined and those that stand against it are said to be hating.  In a society that's teaching that there are no absolutes, but rather truth is based on feelings and is "fluid".  In a society where legislation is dictating what I can buy and what I can drink, yet informed consent is deemed "unconstitutional" when it means listening to the heartbeat of an unborn child.  Men would rather sit in their Lazy boys and play Xbox than stand for something courageous and women have exchanged being a Proverbs 31 woman for reading "50 shades of gray".  Our political choices have boiled down to choosing between a putz or a Socialist.  And maybe what's the scariest to me of all are the churches, the christian friends, the institutions that are standing idly by or even worse, encouraging this new culture.

I'm scared for my kids.  I look at their innocent eyes and feel guilty for the world that they are going to be raised in.  How can I ever give them enough courage to face the things in life that they're going to face?  How can I shield their eyes and their ears and their hearts from all of the lies they are going to be told?  How can I build up enough backbone for them to not sway in the torrential winds of wrong.  How can a mom and a dad take on the world and give their children something more than a foundation of mush and a legacy of mediocrity?  I've had to resolve myself to the fact daily that...I can't.

I have rediscovered something that I've known my whole life.  Prayer.  Through a small group of women in my life I've rediscovered the greatest gift I can give my children is the prayers that I pray for them.  Prayers for hope, a legacy greater than this world, a future that deviates from the norm.  When I open my Bible, I feel like I've just walked into Ann Taylor Loft on the first day of spring and I'm pointing to everything in the store saying "I want that one and that one and that one"..and I can have it all!  Praying scripture over my children has been one of the biggest things that I've found as a parent.  It's a holy form of plagiarism that I don't even think that God minds.  

Romans 12:11-13- God, I pray that Harper will not be lazy, but will work hard and serve the Lord enthusiastically.  God, I pray that she would be able to rejoice in You as her confident hope, that she would be patient in trouble and keep on praying.  

Romans 13: 13-14 Father, I thank you that my children belong to the day.  Let Gavin live a decent life for all to see.  I pray that he would not participate in the darkness of wild parties and drunkenness or sexual promiscuity and immoral living or quarreling or jealousy.  Instead, let Gavin clothe himself with the presence of the Lord Jesus and not indulge himself in evil desires.  

Colossians 3:12- Therefore as one of God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, may Gavin clothe himself with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.  

John 15:10-11- For God has not given Harper a spirit of fear, but of love and of power and of a sound mind.  

Psalm 3:3- Father God, You are a shield for Gavin and Harper.  You are their glory and the lifter of their heads.

God didn't make a mistake.  God created Gavin to be born in 2010 and Harper to be born in 2012 for a reason.  God intended for them to be brought into this world for such a time as this.  My prayers for my children is that they are not a statistic of this day and time, but rather a catalysts for changing their generation for Christ.