Texting a Prayer

It was impressed upon my heart lately how apprehensive we are as parents, to include myself, to say what is on our hearts to our grown children. We are afraid of offending them or not being looked at in a favorable light. It leaves us feeling hopeless when situations are less than happy. We want nothing more than to feel loved and accepted by our own adult children. After all...it is them who will care for us in our old age. Who wants a disgruntled adult child taking care of us when we can no longer care for ourselves?

There are times when we as parents do not feel good enough, as we may have missed the mark in some areas when they were growing up. We begin to entertain the idea that what we want to share may not good enough. They will not listen anyway! We may be fearful of causing a ripple in the stagnant waters that have been there for many years.  

I know for me there have been many times I have been like those still waters, afraid to cause any ripple in their lives once they reached adulthood.

We may be the type of parent who gives our input endlessly to our grown children and to the point they have turned a deaf ear. We are afraid to say too much that they may step back and leave us alone.

​Lately...the spirit in me has caused me to move. We only have one life and we must leave a positive imprint in the lives of our family, friends, and earth as a whole. How do we reach our adult children when all seems lost?

I found a way recently that has not only helped me feel empowered over helplessness, but also implant positive thoughts in my adult children.

I know like most parents texting seems to be the only way our children reach out. Phone calls are almost a thing of the past sadly.

I was disgruntled with texting until I begin to "Text Pray"... 

I began to text prayers to them. I did not bring up their faults or negative things I felt they were doing. I began to pray and type out blessings over them. I shared how much God loved them and wanted them to grow as healthy adults. I poured my heart out in these prayers. Not only did they see that they had a praying mom, but she was thinking of me. The words I spoke over them were life and I knew they would take root and grow one day because I truly believe in the power of prayer!

I found not only did circumstances begin to change, but my heart was lighter. I needed them to see I prayed for them. Even if they did not respond to my prayers, I continued to send out prayers to God on their behalf via text for each and every one. 

Texting prayers to the Almighty...who would have thought?