“For Our Children”

These summer night have found us unable to sleep. The moon’s rising at late hours keeps the children awake as long as there is light. But it is more than that. Fear for each of them. Different fears, but they all have them and they whisper them to me at bedtime as I pray with them.

“Will you pray that lightning doesn’t strike our house?”

“Will you pray we won’t be hit with a big wave?”

“Will you pray we won’t have a flood and our house get washed away?”

Then the one that strikes my soul.

“Will you pray I don’t ever get sick like you, Mama?”

Oh, dear child. If you only knew how often I pray that for you! For all of you. For all of the dear ones in my life.

Then he sits beside me, one of my little men with troubled eyes and an even more troubled heart.

“Do you know why I have so much trouble going to sleep at night, Mom?”

Why, my child?

“I’m worried about you. I’m worried I might not have a mom anymore.”

My eyes overflow as I look into his, speechless. He carries so much. They all do. So much weight to bear.

“I know you’ve taught me. I know the Bible says God always takes care of us and He has a reason. But, Mama? I have a really hard time believing that.” His words… barely a whisper now, as if ashamed to voice his struggle.

“Oh, my love, I have a hard time believing it, too. Such a hard time.”

We said no more. I had nothing to give him other than arms and tears and prayers.

They need them more these days than usual. My arms and my love.

They are bearing heavy burdens.

We all are. I am facing results from more tests in this next week… searching for answers of why the pain? why the fatigue? And we are fearful. And we await answers and we pray for nothing more. Please, Lord, nothing more?

But I cling, knowing that even if I have a hard time believing, it doesn’t change truth.

God is good.

There is a reason.

He is with me.

And I pray.

For Our Children

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.

From the worldling’s hollow gladness,
From the sting of faithless sadness,
Holy Father, save our children.

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.

-Amy Carmichael, from “For Our Children.”

10 responses to ““For Our Children””

  1. Oh Angie…

    Surely the language of our longing rings tender in our Father’s ear…

    Yes, I join you in praying for our children.. each and every one… yours and mine.

    And praying for you, my far away friend. Praying for you…


  2. Oh Father, I don’t understand why children (any of us, really) have to bear so much. Please, God, please calm the fears of these little ones. Help them to KNOW that You are good. Give them faith and trust in You. Thank You for preserving Angie’s life. Thank You for letting them have each other for even more years, and God?, I ask that the years will be many and long and sweet. I pray that their faith will grow and that You will continue to give them courage to be open with their fears, that they would never shove them down. I also pray that Angie’s tests will come back clean, and with solvable answers to her pain and fatigue. I pray for Brian, too, for him as a husband and father, watching his wife and kids suffer…well, You know. Ours is the power of the resurrection. I claim that with a weak faith. In His name. In Jesus’ name. Amen.


  3. Oh my. Saying many many prayers for you and your littles. That your tests are negative and that your small ones continue to know much happiness and love.


  4. Praying.

    Love you guys.

    – DL


  5. Leah Kirkpatrick Avatar
    Leah Kirkpatrick

    Lifting you up, Angie.


  6. He knows and cares more than we can imagine. What a priceless testimony of His grace you are able to share with your little ones, your family and friends-
    (and me too), knowing that answers may never be revealed to you (or us). We love you and pray His mercies will be obviously abundant.


  7. Crying out and praying with you and your sweet family…


  8. Praying that prayer right along with you, Maretta!


  9. Carol Crabtree Avatar
    Carol Crabtree

    I hear your heart. And to hear your sweet, sweet boy’s heart. Melts mine. You have a precious family. God is with you and He will see all of us through so much of all we just don’t understand. Bless your little one’s honest little heart. And bless yours. And may God bless us all with increasing faith. We can just pray that for each other!


  10. Dear Angie, Just read this post….just lifted you and the family up in prayer. Sleep well. Beth


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