A few months into my oldest’s Kindergarten year, I discovered a Facebook group called Prayers For Girls. The creator, Teri Lynne, was speaking directly to my heart, addressing all my concerns for my girls in this rough world, all with scripture and daily prayers. I was hooked. For example –
Fast forward to this past summer and she started a blog, and didn’t just start a blog, but asked little ole me to be a regular contributor and you guys, I became a writer. I am a wife, I am a mom, I am a friend, I am a writer. I am so blessed.
As things started to come together for the blog, she asked me to write why I wanted to be part of Prayers For Girls. This is what I said:
I am an excellent planner.
No really, I can plan and prep and gather all the info and present you the “10 reasons why” or “5 steps to” or the greatest road trip route.
So, in 2009, when I became pregnant with my first child, I read all the books. I knew what to expect when I was expecting, I had equipment researched, a sleep training schedule drawn up, and pureed meals in the freezer about 5 minutes after the pink line appeared.
Baby came and she had obviously read the same books in the womb because she was relatively easy and I enjoyed being a mom and thought, “I got this.”
Fast forward 4 years and not only did I have another baby who obviously did NOT read the books in utero, but challenged everything I knew, everything I read, everything I planned. And I’m glad she did. I learned that all the “this” I had was only by the grace of God and the more I prayed, the more He gave.
And then my oldest started Pre-K. And all the questions started. I read so many parenting books and more parenting articles. And I was overrun and overwhelmed. And I prayed but it seemed flailing and without focus. God met me there, despite my scattered brain.
Time went by and then my oldest started Kindergarten. She came home doing the whip and nae nae, asked me why that girl yelled at her and called her “ugly”, and how could some of her friends have just a mom at home and no dad.
I was immediately transported back to my school days when kids called me black and I ran around the playground with a black marker shouting, “I’M BROWN, THIS IS BLACK.” And when I watched a friend get bullied and did nothing and it still hurts my heart. And I remembered how I didn’t really know what putting others before me meant until I was an adult – and I wish I’d understood it much younger. I wish I’d been more selfless, more Christlike, more wise. I knew my people-loving, people-pleasing, sweet hearted girl could be in for a world of hurt/regret. But I had life all planned, what could I do but share all my experiences and hope they stuck?
I could pray. And God directed me to Prayers for Girls. Being based on scripture, the screaming of my heart was met with a gentle “See? It’s all right here, in My word” from God. And this makes me passionate for Prayers for Girls. Every day my worries and fears are met with scripture and every day I can pray God’s holy word over my daughters. My girls are going to be in the world, every day, but I can pray that they not become of the world. I won’t (and can’t) shield them from life, but I will pray that they will be equipped with what they need to love others and actually do Kingdom-building work. There will be troubles, Christ told us that, but I can pray holy words daily that point my girls to Him who has overcome the world (John 16:33).
While I pray for them, I can pray these prayers for me too. I can pray for wisdom to know how to help my girls understand and love families that look different from ours. I can pray that I defend and stand up for those who can’t. I can pray I don’t throw out my back perfecting the perfect nae nae. I can plan to pray, every day, that Christ is glorified. Best plan ever.