Praying

The house is quiet. The babies are with their father for several days.  My head is pounding with a stress headache from the week.

Tonight my heart breaks over the fact  that few of  us ever escape home without the residue of our parents broken relationship. 

My prayer is that God will reach deep into the hearts of my children and fill in those places that I can never reach.  That He would erase any abuse that there little ears have heard and their eyes witnessed.

I pray that that the fear and anxiety they have felt and still may feel will be calmed by Gods presence in their little lives.

I pray that their future relationships are completely satisfying.  That there future partners would be whole enough to honor them.

I pray that they never question  whether or not they are wanted or loved.

I pray that they will always feel protected.  I pray they will never live in fear.

I pray that the true love they find would build them up and draw out of them the ideas and dreams they want to fulfill.  I pray that their true loves would be their biggest fans.

I pray that love is not an illusion and Cinderella is more than a fairy tale.