Tonight I ask that you stir within my son, conviction. You are a loving God who forgives upon request, but tonight I ask that he feel his consequences within his heart.
As it is, I rejoice, not because you were grieved, but because you were grieved into repenting. For you felt a godly grief, so that you suffered no loss through us. For godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, whereas worldly grief produces death. – 2 Corinthians 7:9-10
Let him experience your godly grief. For it is only through you, will he experience any real life change.
Breathe life into him, Lord. Let him taste what you have to offer and may it be too sweet for him to resist.
Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him. – Psalm 34:8
Then may he find refuge in you.
He has been dead inside for far too long. Do whatever you need to do, to bring him to his knees and ask for your shelter.
Lord, I ask that you show him the difference between conviction and condemnation.
Let him be clear that these messages of hate, and disgust, and loathing, does not come from you.
For whenever our heart condemns us, God is greater than our heart, and he knows everything. – 1 John 3:20
Bring him to his knees, so that he may feel your love instead of standing and enduring this world’s wrath.
Lord, help me stand strong as I watch you work. Do not let me cave. Do not let me rescue. Lord, remind me of my place. And that is to stay out of your way.
Be still and know that I am God. – Psalm 46:10
I hurt, when he hurts. I need your supernatural strength to endure what is going on with my child.
I know you watched your son be beaten and nailed to a cross. My son will never feel the pain of your son, but please help me get through this just the same.
In Jesus’ name,
2 thoughts on “Day 5 of 30: A Mother’s Prayer”
Kim, Your prayers for your son reveal a loving
heart. Is your son still missing?
He’s not physically missing. He’s emotionally lost. But he’s not living with me right now either.
I feel lost too. I miss my son.