The impact of coming to faith through her neighbour as a girl compelled Sharon Jaynes to pray for her own son and his friends. Here she gives some tips on how to direct those prayers to your children.
I grew up in a nice neighborhood and a nice house. But much of what went on behind the door of our ranch-style house was anything but nice.
My father didn’t drink every day, but when he did, he got drunk and grew violent. My parents fought both verbally and physically in front of my brother and me, and we lived much of our lives in fear. I saw many things a little girl should never see and heard words a little girl should never hear. I didn’t know what some of the words meant, but I know how they made me feel.
On many nights, I went to bed, pulled up the covers around my quivering chin, and prayed I would quickly fall asleep to escape the yelling in the next room. On my dresser, I had a musical jewellery box with a ballerina that popped up when the lid opened. Many nights, I tiptoed over to the jewellery box, turned the wind-up key in the back, and opened the lid in hopes the tinkling music would drown out the fighting in the next room.
I felt that I was always in the way, a poor excuse for a daughter, and a burden to be tolerated rather than a child to be loved.
I felt that I was always in the way, a poor excuse for a daughter, and a burden to be tolerated rather than a child to be loved. I concluded I wasn’t smart enough, pretty enough, or good enough—just not enough, period. Insecurity, inadequacy, and inferiority dogged me, shouting accusations and heaping condemnation on my little-girl soul.
That’s where our family story began, but God didn’t leave us in that sorry state. When I was twelve years old, my best friend was Wanda Henderson. We’d snuggle down under thick comforters when I spent the night at her house and tell little-girl secrets. Those secrets eventually made it around to me telling her what was going on at my house. And later, she coaxed me to tell her mother.
Mrs. Henderson took me under her wing. She told me about Jesus who loved me, and a heavenly Father who adored me. She not only explained the gospel to me, she lived it for me to see. But most importantly, she prayed for me and my family.
For two years, Mrs. Henderson mentored me without even knowing it. She was just going about life being her joyful Jesus-lovin’ self, but I watched her every move. She sang praise songs when she did her housework, called her gregarious husband pet names, and talked to and about Jesus as if he were her best friend. One night, when I was fourteen, she sat me down on the sofa, took my hands in hers, and asked, “Sharon, would you like to ask Jesus to be your Lord and Savior? Would you like to become a Christian?”
I said yes.
Mrs. Henderson prayed. I cried. We all rejoiced. Jesus did change my life.
However, the next day, I had to go back home. Tension still ran high, and nothing much changed, except we began praying for my messed-up family. Three years later, through the influence of this same woman, my mum gave her life to Christ. Three years after my mum, my mean ole dad gave his life to Jesus and became one of the sweetest men I’ve ever known.
Three years later, through the influence of this same woman, my mum gave her life to Christ.
How did that happen? It started with the prayers of one mamma who loved and prayed for a child that wasn’t even hers. The Bible says, “The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective” (James 5:16). And if you know Jesus as Savior, then that person is you.
When I became a mum, I wanted to follow the example of that praying mamma who prayed for my child and his friends. But often I didn’t really know what to pray, and my mind wandered when I tried. Like Jesus’ disciples, I cried, “Lord, teach me how to pray.” Just as Jesus gave his followers a pattern of prayer, I decided on a pattern of prayer for my child—starting at the top of his head with the mind and the thoughts he thinks, all the way down to his feet and the path he takes. Sixteen areas covered every aspect of his life. For example, in the first seven areas I prayed for his:
Mind – Protect my child’s mind from any thoughts that might cause him/her to follow the world rather than You. Help him/her to think on what is true, noble, right, pure, lovely and admirable. Romans 12:2; Philippians 4:8; Proverbs 3:5-6
Eyes –Give my child the strength to turn his/her eyes away from anything that would cause him/her to stumble or sin. Genesis 3:6; Psalm 101:3; Proverbs 4:25
Ears – Help my child to turn his/her ears away from coarse language or profanity. May he/she be drawn to words that glorify You, and turn away from words that dishonor You. Job 33:14-17; Proverbs 8:33-35,18:15
Mouth – Set a guard over my child’s mouth, and keep watch over the door of his/her lips. Help my child to always speak the truth; and keep any ungodly word from slipping into his/her conversation. May the words of his/her mouth be pleasing in Your sight. Isaiah 50:4; Psalm 19:14; Psalm 141:3
Neck – Show my child the best choice for every decision he/she faces today. Fill him/her with the knowledge of Your will so that he/she will be able to evaluate his/her options wisely and choose Your best confidently. Help my child to not be stiff-necked, be obedient to his/her parents and those in authority. Psalm 143:10; James 1:5; Colossians 3:20;
Shoulders – No matter what my child goes through today, assure him/her that nothing is too hard for You. Help him/her to place all worries, burdens, and concerns on Your able shoulders. Genesis 18:14; Psalm 55:22; Matthew 6:26
Feet –Hem my child in so that he/she will not veer to the right or the left but will keep his/her feet on the path You have marked out for him/her. I pray he/she will walk in obedience and not slip. May Your Word be a lamp for my child’s feet, and light to my child’s path. Deuteronomy 5:33; Psalm 66:8-9, 119:105
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An inexplicable bond exists between a mother and her child. While the new life is being knitted together in a mother’s womb, her very blood is pumped from her heart to her child’s. And even though the umbilical cord is cut in the delivery room, an invisible, indelible cord of love holds them together for the rest of their lives. As Elizabeth Stone once said it well, “To make a decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide to have your heart go walking around outside of your body forever.”
While our roles and responsibilities change throughout the stages from childhood through adulthood, one constant remains…prayer.
God has given mums the privilege and parental responsibility to shape and to mold, not just another human being, but an eternal soul, for a very short, very fleeting period of time. And not just her own child, but others as well.
While our roles and responsibilities change throughout the stages from childhood through adulthood, one constant remains…prayer. And though hopefully our children will outlive us, they will never outlive our prayers that are etched in the heart of God.
Through prayer, the enemy’s plans are intercepted; the principalities and authorities are defeated; the power and provision of God flow into the lives of his people. It’s the conduit through which God’s power is released and his will is brought to earth as it is in heaven. Prayer is simply opening the storehouse of heaven for lavish blessings he wants to give. And friend, he’s inviting you to stand in the gap for those you love. When you do, miracles will follow.