Sometimes the best way to love your parents has nothing to do with talking or fixing anything. You don’t always need a conversation to make a difference.
Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do for your parents is pray for them.
It doesn’t need to be out loud, for attention, or to prove anything. It doesn’t have to be a long, perfect prayer. Prayer reaches places deeper than your words ever could.
Just you and God.
Because while you’re sitting there thinking that nothing is changing…
God is already moving in ways you can’t see.
And here’s the part most people miss:
👉 Prayer changes you too.
It softens your heart. It shifts your perspective. It reminds you they are human too.
You don’t have to fix everything.
You just have to be willing to bring them to the One who can.
The Lord gave me this years ago, but it seems so fitting now……..
Why Are We So Serious?
Why are we so serious? Everything seems ridiculous! It’s funny, you know, sometimes I dream of being a child again.
Walking barefoot in the rain – hopping from puddle to puddle.
Watching butterflies land on tiny flowers.
Riding bikes with friends – playing tag and Mother May I.
Its not fair. We think we make the rules.
If we did, would we choose to be a child again?
Running after a puppy – drawing pictures for our Mommies.
Holding hands and skipping down the road – kicking cans.
Why are we so serious? Maybe we are delirious!
Who said games are for children anyway?
Children love through unconditional eyes.
If they fall, they want to be hugged. Deep inside, under the pride, we do too.
Laughter beams within their little eyes. No place or time for lies.
I spy…to them its just a game, but now we play for gain.
What glory do we receive? Do we win? I think it’s sin.
Hide and seek was the most fun when we were caught.
But now we hide and can’t be found. We want it that way.
Why are we so serious. Maybe we’re just furious!
Who caused this anger anyway? When did it happen?
Who turned on the light and said, “Its time to grow up?”
Or, was the light turned off inside? What does grown-up mean anyway?
Why can’t we run and hop and jump? Why can’t we dance and play?
Who makes these rules anyway?
Who said stop laughing so loud, when we’re glad?
All I want is a hug – a BIG one – a big bear hug from a friend.
A hug that seems to never end.
Will you hold my hand just because we are friends and you want to be close to me? Probably not. After All we are grown-up now! Someone might be watching. Touching is not aloud. Where is the child at now?
One thing hasn’t changed – we’re still pretending to be someone we are not. Why are we so serious? Can someone please deliver us? From the pain. From the shame. From the heartache we cause ourselves.
You (insert your name) were formed from the depths of My heart, with all my wisdom you were set apart.
Intricately woven, decadently made in awesomeness of likeness you were wonderfully made.
My hand is imprinted in the cells of your skin, my breath is pulsating inside you from deep within.
You were in my thoughts from the beginning and in them there is no end. I spared no cost to call you friend.
Every part of you has intimate detail, every hair, every dimple, every freckle, every nail. Your laugh, Your personality, your smile and your cry were all spoken into existence with perfection in mind.
My heart was filled with joy as I created your face, as I imagined your talents and skills, a smile came to My face.
Your heart’s desires were given to you by Me, your hopes and dreams inspired with greatness for you to conceive.
The way you love, the way you sing, the way you walk, the way you dance are all unique. Even the tone of voice when you speak.
It is I who examines your heart and knows everything you need. I chart your path and your race will be run with the correct speed.
Your cells are wonderfully complex and you were fearfully knit together and formed with care and in kindness and love I counted each hair.
My thoughts of you are innumerable and precious to Me. They outnumber the salt in the seas. My gaze is upon you always and it never turns away.
My love for you is endless and My hopes for you are limitless.
Your spirit was given with thoughts of the lives you would bless. Every one was considered, every one was confessed.
Creativity was implanted for the work you do. Wisdom and knowledge all set in motion for you.
All I wanted in the building of you was to have a family who in return loved me too.
Why do you question who you are and why you were made? Look to me I will show you the plans beforehand outlaid.
You were a gift to My Self, and I dont make mistakes. Look again and you will see you’ve got what it takes. You were made to stand before princes and kings with confidence in the One who provides everything. Stand there knowing you are of a greater creation of Royal, and know all of heaven declares YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!
This post was inspired because I have been speaking to the Lord about why so many people are playing games and asking what folks think of them on Facebook. His response was given me in a dream this morning. What is written here. He told me that they may don’t know their worth and how very much they are loved. He said tell them I love them. Tell them they are beautiful to me and tell them I long to show them their worth. It feels good to have those we love speak highly of us, and their love cannot compare to the One Who is Love. Listen to HIS words – You are Beautiful!
