Cross In My Window: Prayer for Our Children

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Prayer for Our Children

I have been sitting here enjoying this beautiful morning. My favorite season is just around the corner. I have been think about the young 8th grader from New Braunfels, possible suicide. It is so heartbreaking. What could cause someone so young to be so desperate?

I have been reflecting on my 8th grade. Yes, it was a long time ago, but I can remember it as if it was yesterday. It was a wonderful time in my life. I remember looking forward to the 9th grade, to our graduation, to parties, to high school.

We have 2 grandchildren in the 8th grade. I pray that they enjoy their year as I did. I pray for them and all my grandchildren and great grandchildren.

I look at our world, and all that is going on, and I worry about their future. But all I can do is keep them in my prayers and put their lives in God's hands.

My Lord God, please watch over all my grandchildren and great grandchildren. Help them in school. But especially over Tyler and Hunter who are in the 8th grade. Keep them safe and close to you. May they enjoy this year like I enjoyed my 8th grade. May they look forward to their High School years.
Jesus I trust in you.

News link to the suicide in New Braunfels:
http://news4sanantonio.com/news/local/8th-grader-dies-after-being-bullied-in-new-braunfels

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About Renee

I often refer to myself as a wallflower or turtle: A wallflower because I am an observer of the world around me, quietly taking it all in, mulling over what I see and experience, and sometimes writing about it in blogs, sermons, fictional stories, or poetry. A turtle because I am slow and often withdraw and hide. Whether running or making a decision, I tend to dawdle, but I will get there, and once I do, I commit. I often withdraw into the safety of my shell while I am internally working out the details of life. Take this blog, for example. The wallflower/turtle me would rather keep all this "junk" to myself. Each time I write, though, I have no choice. I must get the stuff inside me out, and when it comes out, I feel God urging me to share. Each time I argue, He reminds me of how certain moments in my life may have been different had I realized I was not alone. So, this blog is my faithful pursuit to let whomever may stumble upon it know that they are not alone. We all have "junk," parts of ourselves we wish we could ignore, but we belong in community. Our survival relies on how well we care for one another. Like playing the drums (an old, out-of-date hobby), writing is my way of putting myself out there, being on stage, and still enjoy a bit of anonymity.