With all the craziness that's going on, I pray fervently for my family. Especially my grandchildren, and nieces and nephews, that are the future generation. The things that they are being exposed to is horrible. Even things on TV. Cartoons aren't at all as they used to be when I was growing up. Things that are being taught in school by some teachers about how a family can be these days. That's not their job!!
Parents today have a greater responsibility than then we ever had. My mom tells me, that even when I raisied my girls, it was nothing like it was when she was raising us. Generation after generation, things seem to keep getting worse. More and more things acceptable that are detestable in God's sight. Children so confused. Identity and self esteem worsen with each generation. Suicides on the rise.
Conversations with the kids today can't just be, "so how was school today?" It sure has to go in more depth than that.
I remember growing up with low self esteem. Not anyone's fault but my own. Believing the lies in my head. My mom and dad tried to explain things that were happening, but we do have to go through things, and learn and grow on our own at some point in our life. I know that my parents prayed for me, took me to church and youth group. I am eternally grateful for that. We really need to trust that God is hearing our cries for our children and grandchildren. This was the hardest thing to learn as a parent raising my own kids, but also as a grandparent sitting back and watching things as they are today.
So I continue to pray for them the beautiful lyrics of this song.....
Be my light when the night falls..Be my joy in the mourning...Be my hope in the sorrows...By my side when I'm lonely..Be my truth when the lies call..Give me faith when I doubt it..When the voices say I'm not good at all..Be the voice that drowns it..Be my peace when I'm surrounded...For my fears will never scare You... Shatter the shame that I've been bound in...From insecure to brand new.
For Your glory Lord ..Kim D
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