Tuesday, August 13

My own Lord's Prayer

I woke up this morning at the terrible and useless three o'clock hour. My husband gets up every workday at 4:30am, so I had over an hour to lay still and quiet and drift and dream, until I could kiss his face as he left for work.

In that hour this morning, I prayed for each of my babies by name. I asked that God reveal in them their own divine fruits of the Spirit, and that Jeremy and I be able to recognize and fertilize those spirits- to nourish them in Word and love and action.

I prayed for my husband and for our marriage. I prayed (as always) to be given the tools and the heart and the desire to be a better wife and a better mother, every day.

But a few lines kept running in my head, and in my heart. Over and over, a version of the prayer that covers it all- adoration, confession, thanksgiving, supplication. A prayer Jesus taught his disciples for when they carried on His work; a prayer I teach my children in hopes they, too, take up their crosses and follow Him.



Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
(Your precious and beautiful name.)

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
(Your will and not our own, be done in our home and in our hearts.)

Give us this day our daily bread.
(Fill us 'til we hunger no more, feast us on Your Word and Love.)

And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
(Our debts to You and to each other never to be repaid, but by Your Son, Jesus.)

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, 
(Keep us from falling, Lord, keep our eyes on You.)

for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. 
(And ever and ever and ever and ever.)
Amen.




Amen, and amen.