31 Days of Praying the Scriptures Over your Children

31 Days of Praying the Scriptures Over Your Children

Raising kids is the hardest thing I will ever do. This past weekend confirmed that to me, over and over again. And over again.

Gosh, it’s hard. I’m constantly wondering if I’m doing it right or doing it well or if I’m completely screwing them up. We make jokes about how “our kids are going to talk to their therapist about this someday” … but then I’m like, “No really. I think they might.”

It’s a lot of pressure sometimes, right? To make sure they know everything they need to know. We’re always wondering if we’re doing enough, teaching enough, going to church enough, memorizing enough, reading the bible enough, to guarantee their outcomes. To guarantee their eternities.

That’s heavy stuff.

But here’s the gracious truth: ultimately, it’s not up to us. There’s no Perfect Family Formula we can follow to ensure Perfect Kids. True transformation only happens through Christ. We can’t manufacture what only He can do.

So what can we do? Are we helpless? Nope.

We can pray. Because even though it’s not up to us, God can absolutely use us as his vessels to pour into them his goodness and mercy and love — all the things that will draw them to Him.

Which brings us to this… I’ve been working on a project for a little while, combing through scripture to find thirty-one life-giving, shame-crushing, soul-transforming verses to pray over my children during the month of March.

Honestly, these are verses that will be a little terrifying to pray over them. I might not want them to be bold and courageous and sold-out, but God sure does. Praying these scriptures over my kids everyday will be an act of faith, that His plans for them are better than my plans, that His ways are higher than my ways.

So I would love for you to join me!

You can pray these with or without your spouse, with or without your kids, at the breakfast table, at the dinner table, over them while they sleep after bedtime. There is no right way. Each day we will pray that a certain scripture be manifested in our children. Because we know that His word is a lamp unto their feet and a light unto their path, which will be handy to have in a world that feels increasingly dark.

It would be an honor to pray alongside you. Sign up below and you’ll receive a prayer each morning of March, beginning March 1.

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Marriage Passion Excitement Dull Growing Up Love

Dear Husband, Our Love is Different Than it Used to Be

I remembered I probably wouldn’t see you again until late that evening. We’d give each other a quick kiss, a tired, lingering hug, and chat about our days. I would tell you a few funny and/or disturbing stories about the kids and you would fill me in on work. We would give our best effort to listen and respond, though our eyes would be growing heavier by the minute. I thought about how you’d probably fall asleep on the couch later and I’d attempt to wake you up to come to bed, but eventually give up and crawl into bed alone, but not necessarily lonely.

And I felt a twinge of sadness. Like we’d lost something. That excitement and anticipation. That passion. What happened to us? I wondered. And for a minute, I wished we were back there, flirting in your dorm room, listening to that song on repeat.

Minimalism, Order, and Community: Why My Husband Makes Me Uncomfortable

I was overwhelmed. I had three tiny people who required all of me and left trails of you-name-it wherever they went. We were renting a 2,100 square foot house that was filled to the brim with stuff, most of which I didn’t even like.

My house was decorated with hand-me-downs from other relatives, dead or alive, and things I’d registered for pre-Pinterest and therefore pre-I-know-what-I-like-and-how-I-want-it-to-look. And I was DROWNING in housework even though my mom and MIL, God bless them forever and ever amen, paid for my house to be cleaned once a month (if you’re in need of a baby shower gift idea, that’d be the one).

So after reading a few books*, watching a few documentaries**, and sitting at the feet of friends a lot more like Jesus than me, I began feeling pulled toward SIMPLE.

That Time Jesus Got Buried Under Christmas: Just In Case You Need an Excuse Not to Decorate

This year, I pray that I may be content in the stable. That I may find beauty in the meekness of a humble manger and not try to manufacture it everywhere else. Jesus is easily found in spaces untouched by the desire to put our own greatness on display. I have to be careful not to hide him.

A Simple, Meaningful Advent Calendar for the Family

But the older I get (and the more children I have), the more tension I feel at Christmastime. How do I create the perfect Christmas without making it all about a mythical being and gifts? How do I strike a balance between nauseating consumerism and fun-sucking religion?

In a season that so easily overwhelms, how can I slow down, lower my expectations, and point to the manifestation of Grace and Love in a way that excites my kids and blesses others?

keeping our kids separate, keeping them from experiencing God

When I Realized My Family Was My Idol

In all of our protecting and in all of our keeping them separate what if we are not only protecting them from all the bad but we are preventing them from ever seeing God DO ANYTHING GOOD. They never experience any moments that make them say, “HOLY CRAP. Did you just see that? This God is AMAZING. Heck yes I believe!”