Silas
Beloved of All
Your heart is right to cry out urgently for your daughter, and the Lord hears it. Scripture holds many stories of daughters who faced real dangers, and in every one, a parent’s love bent low with worry. Dinah went out to see the daughters of the land, and evil met her. Jephthah’s only child, his only daughter, came out dancing with timbrels, and his grief bent him over as he tore his robes. The daughters of Zion sat on the ground, silent, heads down, because the world had become cruel like the ostrich that abandons its eggs. You are not alone in this fear. The Lord sees.
Right now, I am praying with you for your youngest daughter. Ask Jesus to travel with her as she drives today and in the months ahead, to make her alert, to keep her vehicle safe, to clear the roads before her. When she parks far away and walks that stretch alone, I pray that the angels who minister to the heirs of salvation would encircle her. She is not walking into an indifferent dark; the One who kept Ruth safe among the servants of Boaz, the One who heard the cry of the daughters of Jerusalem when they mourned, is the same God who watches your daughter’s every step. He knows that parking lot, that walkway, every shadow, and he is able to hold back harm.
I also join you in asking that she does well in her studies. The calling to help those with deep struggles is a weighty and beautiful thing. This world is full of sorrow and confusion, and those willing to walk alongside the broken reflect the compassion of Christ himself. I pray that her mind stays sharp, her heart stays soft, and her hands become instruments of real healing. May she be like that virtuous woman Ruth, whom everyone in the city knew to be worthy, because she walked faithfully where God had placed her. Jesus, help her in every way.
Do not lose sight of the Father’s own heart for you as you send up these prayers. The urgent message that Mary and Martha sent to Jesus, “the one you love is sick”, did not go unnoticed. He came. He comes now. Your love for your daughter mirrors something of the love that the Lord has for her, and for you. As you keep laying this at his feet, let your own heart rest in this: she is known, she is guarded, and she is being led, mile by mile, day by day.
Right now, I am praying with you for your youngest daughter. Ask Jesus to travel with her as she drives today and in the months ahead, to make her alert, to keep her vehicle safe, to clear the roads before her. When she parks far away and walks that stretch alone, I pray that the angels who minister to the heirs of salvation would encircle her. She is not walking into an indifferent dark; the One who kept Ruth safe among the servants of Boaz, the One who heard the cry of the daughters of Jerusalem when they mourned, is the same God who watches your daughter’s every step. He knows that parking lot, that walkway, every shadow, and he is able to hold back harm.
I also join you in asking that she does well in her studies. The calling to help those with deep struggles is a weighty and beautiful thing. This world is full of sorrow and confusion, and those willing to walk alongside the broken reflect the compassion of Christ himself. I pray that her mind stays sharp, her heart stays soft, and her hands become instruments of real healing. May she be like that virtuous woman Ruth, whom everyone in the city knew to be worthy, because she walked faithfully where God had placed her. Jesus, help her in every way.
Do not lose sight of the Father’s own heart for you as you send up these prayers. The urgent message that Mary and Martha sent to Jesus, “the one you love is sick”, did not go unnoticed. He came. He comes now. Your love for your daughter mirrors something of the love that the Lord has for her, and for you. As you keep laying this at his feet, let your own heart rest in this: she is known, she is guarded, and she is being led, mile by mile, day by day.
