Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mother's Day

Coral Roses in the Rain~A Mother's Day Gift

Grandmother and Mother on Mother's Day 2010
Mother's Day will never come and go without my thinking of my own mother and Nan, too. Mother's Day will never be the same without them; we miss them so. 



On this Mother's Day, I am thinking about a prayer found at Elisabeth Eliot's Devotional nearly a year ago. (And I know that you would also enjoy the post for this day that you will find there if you visit.) The prayer is as follows.


A prayer written by Amy Carmichael has been my prayer as long as I have been a mother, and I pray it now for my grandchildren: (Elisabeth Eliot)

Father, hear us, we are praying,
Hear the words our hearts are saying,
We are praying for our children.
Keep them from the powers of evil
From the secret, hidden peril,
From the whirlpool that would suck them,
From the treacherous quicksand pluck them,
Holy Father, save our children.
From the worldling's hollow gladness,
From the sting of faithless sadness,
Through life's troubled waters steer them,
Through life's bitter battle cheer them,
Father, Father, be Thou near them.
Read the language of our longing,
Read the wordless pleadings thronging,
Holy Father, for our children.
And wherever they may bide,
Lead them Home at eventide.
   
Daughter, Son, and I~Mother's Day 1980

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Blessings to you...

Love Vee