A Mother's Prayer for Her Daughter
A Mother's Prayer
This is a true story about my teenage daughter who was naively exploring life. As her mother, I was very concerned about the choices she was making.
The power of prayer is clearly revealed through a very specific answer to my urgent prayers for my daughter. Join me as I tell you the marvels and mysteries of a God who is so genuinely, loving and kind. He targeted my prayer and he answered so dead-on that it blows me away. I can hardly fathom a love like this - Yet He lavishly poured it all over me with this answer and revelation.
My Baby Girl
I was beside myself with joy when I heard the doctor say, "It's a Girl!" Rebecca was my second child and my first daughter.
My baby girl had my devotion and was firmly planted in my heart, way before I ever laid eyes on her sweet little face. I knew that this child was a treasure and a trust from God.
I took my role in her life very seriously. I understood the power a Mother possesses to pass down blessings or pain.
I was sold-out and 100% committed to being this child's Mother. I prayed for wisdom to be what she needed.
I still remember being in the hospital with her. Just Rebecca and me. As I lovingly embraced her in my arms, I got lost in her beauty. She was perfect in every way. I spent hours staring into her delicate, tiny face. I studied her and carefully memorized every unique curve and dimple.
The video below is a touching song by Sandi Patti called "You are a Masterpiece." This song encapsulates my own heart of amazement and wonder as a Mother.
I encourage you to take a moment to experience the awesome wonder of holding a tiny new life.
My Baby Girl
From the start, I realized my little girl possessed a much different personality than that of my son Daniel. My sweet boy was always on the move and filled with giggles and laughter. He was my little show-off.
Rebecca was a quiet, thoughtful and sweet child. She possessed a carefree spirit. As a child, she lived in her own little world, most of the time, with her own little rules.
As she grew into her teen years, she was lovable and kind, but she wasn't easy to read. Outwardly she would concede to whatever I might say with a slight nod of her head. Though she would nod, in agreement, I was quite sure she had thoughts of her own ... thoughts she concealed.
Rebecca was mysterious and puzzling. I only wished, at the time, that I understood what went on in that little mind of hers.
As she grew up, she blossomed into a stunning young lady. Her big chocolate brown eyes framed with thick black lashes captured many a vulnerable young boy. Her long light brown hair was kissed blonde by the sun and framed her face beautifully and her smile, well let's just say it could stop traffic.
When you have a beautiful daughter, there is a concern. You know she will receive more attention than the average girl. I was concerned about my daughter's ability to handle the kind of attentiveness she was receiving. She was perplexed when she received some inappropriate attention (actually she got three guys reprimanded for inappropriate advances (two at work and one was a teacher who got fired). I had to teach Rebecca to look away when a man or boy locked eyes with her.
As a teen, she was outgoing. Her warmth and kindness were easily misread by the opposite sex. Today, as a grown woman, she is still very friendly but more cautious with her smiles.
In High School, Rebecca started to date and to bring boys home.
I was always thankful that my kids knew they could bring their friends to our home and count on a welcoming atmosphere.
Though I was friendly and welcoming to Rebecca's boyfriends, apprehension began to grow in my heart. She was drawn to the 'bad boy' types. I talked to her about her choices and with her typical nod of an agreement, the conversations would end.
Trouble was brewing in her heart and being the girl that she was she continued to withdraw from me and keep her thoughts to herself. I saw the discourse in her eyes and her posture. She was not a girl to be prodded for information so this period was frustrating for me as a Mother.
Though I couldn't engage Rebecca to talk, I prayed to a God who could read her every thought. I prayed in faith knowing that God knew my daughter inside and out and that He had great plans for her, and those plans were for good.
A Mother's Prayer
Here is where I will tell you about an urgent prayer sent straight from a Mother's lips to the heart of God.
One evening my husband and I went to a Christian Concert that included a dinner. At dinner, we were seated across from a couple who were friendly and engaging. As we were getting to know each other, I learned that the gentleman was a physician and his wife a nurse.
As we chatted, we enjoying getting to know each other. At some point, the doctor pointed over to a table where a young man was carving the meat. He was beaming as he said, "That's my son, he is working here for the summer." I looked over at the young man as his father bragged about him. The son was very handsome. His smile was kind and his eyes full of fun.
The more the couple told us about their son, the more I wished my Rebecca could meet someone like him. As we were listening, I shot up a quick prayer and asked God to send Becca, a young man just like the Doctor's son.
Growing up is hard to do. To get through the teen years and remain unscathed by the world is almost impossible.
Rebecca was proving to be a very responsible teenager. She got a job working in a Day Care Center while she was still in high school. Every day after school Becca went to her job and was very faithful to her responsibilities. Though we provided her with a car, as a new driver, she purposed, in her heart to save her money so she could buy herself a car of her own.
It wasn't long before Rebecca had saved enough to buy her very first car. She went car shopping with her Dad one day and came home, face beaming, with a bright red Mazda.
Rebecca had chosen Culinary Arts for her major during her Junior year of high school. Being a creative soul, she excelled in her class, and her teacher couldn't say enough good about her abilities.
She made many close friends in this class. At the end of her senior year, she was awarded a full scholarship to a culinary arts school in our area. During her senior year, Rebecca applied for a Prep Cook position at a local Country Club; she got hired. She looked adorable in her uniform and her chef's hat accentuating her sweet face.
Though she was growing up, she still seemed young and vulnerable; there was such an innocence and naivety about her. Can you understand the concern I felt each time she walked, out the door to work? I would pray ... "Lord protect her. You know what influences are out there - I do not." My daughter's mysterious pondering ways did not allow me to enter the place where her secret thoughts lay.
Years later I heard the 'real story,' and the urgent need for those prayers for protection. One of the guys at work introduced her to Pot. She tells me she was afraid, at first, because of a discussion that she and I had about Pot. I swear I don't remember the conversation, and I'm laughing as I write because I can't even imagine ever saying this, but if you ask her, this conversation did take place. Rebecca relays it this way: After asking me questions about pot, I told her that Pot was very, very dangerous and that many people are allergic to it. She said I looked at her very somberly explaining that some have even died on their first try. Rebecca says an alarm went off, and then she asked me how a person would know if they were allergic. She said, I just shook my head sadly as I answered ... one never knows until they take that first drag.
Rebecca decided to take the risk and try it after a male coworker kept offering it to her. Becca said that this guy assured her it was safe. She said she used Pot with caution, promising herself she would be careful not to try too much.
Another story, relayed to me after she grew up, was regarding a drive home from work one night. The guy who had convinced her that Pot was safe, gave her some at work. As she drove home, that night, suddenly, smack dab, right in front of her was a ginormous red firetruck.
Becca said it was reeling toward her at a breakneck speed. A man dressed as a clown was driving the firetruck. It had its brights on high, and she saw many firefighters hanging off the side motioning urgently for her to pull over.
At this point of the story, I gasp, and she continues. "I whipped over to the side of the road just in time to see a big old truck (not a fire truck) with red flags, on its side, flapping in the wind." She realized her state of mind was the direct result of smoking Pot. Her anxiety peaked and she felt fear rise in her throat. She made her way to the nearest gas station and ran to the bathroom. Once locked inside she splashed cold water all over her face. Becca chided herself for ever touching that stupid weed. That was the last time Rebecca used Pot. Thank you, God!
When she got home that night, her brother's critical eyes caught sight of her state. He came running into the room, "Mom!" he yelled, "Rebecca is drunk!"
I studied Rebecca and concluded she was exhausted. I asked her in a very firm tone, "Rebecca have you been drinking?" Rebecca answered, "I swear to God mom, I have not been drinking!" Daniel countered her statement by saying, "Mom I know about these things, believe me, Rebecca is drunk!" I told Daniel that Rebecca would not lie to me and that I chose to believe her (Rebecca wasn't the only one prone to being naive.) In retrospect, she wasn't lying; She wasn't drinking, she was stoned!
I was always very thankful that Rebecca liked going to Church and Youth Group. There were some great kids in that group. Rebecca loved to attend their activities and meetings.
Rebecca's best friend was a year older than her. Tami was an all around good girl who had a lot of common sense. I know God brought Tami into Rebecca's life as a result of a specific prayer I had prayed before we moved right across the street from her.
Tami and her family greeted us the day we moved in the neighborhood. I learned later that Tami's mom had also been praying for a loyal friend for her daughter. Girls can be caddy, in high school and Tami had fallen prey to some mean girl tricks.
Tami and Rebecca became instant friends. If they weren't at our house, they were at Tami's. I was so thankful for this friendship and knew what a great influence Tami was to my dear vulnerable Rebecca.
Tami did not hesitate to speak her mind if she felt Rebecca was making a wrong choice. It used to crack me up to see the two of them go at it during times like this. On many occasions, Rebecca would finally see the wisdom of her friend's words.
As Rebecca was experimenting with pot and working with some seedy characters, God was at work and about to redirect her life. It was Tami's first year of college and Rebecca's senior year of High School. For six year's these two had been inseparable.
Tami was now qualified to move up to the College Aged group - but she wanted Rebecca to be with her. Since Tami didn't want to go to the high school youth group with Rebeca, it was a no-brainer, Tami would 'sneak' Rebecca into the College age group.
Once Rebecca joined this college-aged group, I began to notice changes in her. After her meetings she came home bubbling with some great stories about what went on that night.
She began to open up and shared more of her heart with me; I was relieved and happy. One night, after one of her meetings, she told me about the leader of the College Group. She said, "He's real, good-looking and a great teacher but he's stuck on himself and that's a BIG turn off."
It wasn't long before this teacher began to show an interest in Rebecca. But Rebecca wasn't interested and blew him off. One day he called the house. I can still remember his deep, sophisticated voice asking to talk to my daughter. I asked who was calling and learned it was the leader of her college group.
After Rebecca talked to him, she came bounding down the stairs to inform me that he would be picking her up for the activity that night. I asked her how old he was and learned that he was four years older than her which explained the deep masculine voice.
When the young man came to the door, that evening I was struck by his handsome appearance and playful dancing brown eyes. He was very polite, smiled warmly at me and introduced himself.
As we talked, he told me about the plans were for the college-aged group that night. He went on to inform me what time he would be dropping Rebecca off. They said goodbye and Rebecca trotted off after him. Though she was excited to go, it was evident that she was NOT impressed with him.
God Answered Prayer
As time went on, Rebecca's College leader stopped by often just to hang out. I liked him a lot and could tell he had a good upbringing. He was an honest young man. I was so thankful for this influence in Rebecca's life.
As Rebecca got to know him, she saw the kindness and goodness of his heart. She told him one day that she liked his soft side, he told her that his heart was touched because she had uncovered his outer shell.
The two of them usually sat around and watched television or chatted with me. He liked to cook. Many a day he could be found in our kitchen whipping up something scrumptious for the family.
One day when 'he was doing his thing' in the kitchen I stood next to him watching the magic happen. We were chatting about different things when I began to ask him about his family.
As he talked, I learned that his father was a doctor and that he and his wife lived in a city about 90 miles away. I continued to listen as he explained that his mom and dad were very involved at a Christian Retreat Center near his house.
I was suddenly jolted and struck dumb by his words. My thoughts screamed, "OH MY GOODNESS .. here, standing right before me, is the answer to my prayer from a year ago." It was Dillon's parent's that we had sat across from at the Christian Retreat Center. Standing in front of me was the very boy I had studied, a year ago, as I prayed, for God to send someone like him to my daughter.
I gently grabbed Dillon by the arm as he turned and looked at me quizzically, I said, "Dillon, I have to something amazing to tell you! You know nothing about what I am about to tell you. Son, I'm sure you believe, as I do, that God hears and God Answers Prayer." Dillon listened intently. "You, young man, are a direct answer to my prayer."
Dillon stared at me with pensive eyes as I continued to explain the dinner that took place the previous year. I told him about the night I met his parents and the evident pride they had in their son. I explained how they had pointed him out to me and then I shared the prayer I sent up that night.
As Dillon looked down tending, to his stir-fry I could see he was shaken and moved. I continued, "Dillon, I don't know what your role is in Rebecca's life, but I DO know God sent you to her. You may have a temporary part to play in her life, but your role is very crucial to her well-being. God sent you here."
The wheels were turning in Dillon's mind. Serious contemplation covered his face as he processed my words. I was reeling with emotions and gratitude to my God, who so targeted and answered this Mother's prayer.
After that night, Dillon continued to hang out with the family. We enjoyed his calm yet charismatic presence in our home. There came a day when Dillon and Rebecca's friendship turned into something more. Eventually, Dillon asked Rebecca to go on a date with him, and, to my delight, Rebeca said Yes!
Dillon became Becca's confidant and the one whom she shared her heart. She trusted him with her secrets, questions and with all of her thoughts. He was trustworthy. His influence was invaluable to her growth. He held her accountable for decisions she made, especially at work. What more could a Mother hope?
A Love Story
One night Dillon approached my husband and I with a question. He asked if we would give our blessing because he wanted to propose to Rebecca. We were thrilled and responded by jumping up and covering him in hugs.
Dillon went on to share a very creative plan he had already put into place for the proposal. As soon as Dillon had the green light he began to place calls to all of the important people in their lives. He had asked them to meet at an Asian Restaurant nearby at 6pm and then instructed them to wait for us in the banquet room, which he had reserved.
Meanwhile, at home, as the hour approached Dillon casually said, hey I'm getting hungry, how about going out to dinner. My husband and I readily agreed as we 'discussed' where we should eat.
Rebecca wasn't feeling good that day and said, "Why don't you guys go ahead, I need to take a nap," and up the stairs she went as we looked on in shock ... NOW WHAT? I hurried after her while thinking up words to convince her to join us. It took me awhile to get her to agree to come with us. I kept prodding and proposing different arguments ... though she was reluctant .... she finally consented. WHEW .. what a scare.
As we walked into the restaurant Dillon suggested seating in the Banquet room. I kept my eyes on Rebecca as she first saw friends of theirs sitting at one of the tables. Rebecca pointed and said, David, look who's here. They went up to talk to their friends ... as they did she caught a glimpse of another group of friends. "Oh my goodness," she whispered, "Look who else is here."
She kept looking around in amazement as she found table after table filled with friend's and family. She shook her head thinking ... "What are the chances that all of these friends would choose to eat at the same place on the same night?" It was hilarious to watch her expressions change from excitement to confusion and bewilderment.
As we took our seats and the waitress poured our drinks ... Dillon got up and pulled a chair to the center of the room. He smiled at Rebecca and asked her, in his commanding teachers voice, "Rebecca, would you please come and sit in this chair?" Rebecca was horrified. She shook her head NO .. thinking Dillon must have lost his mind. But Dillon continued to smile reassuringly and asked again and again until she gave in and sauntered over to the chair.. she looked mortified!
As she sat there looking at him and waiting, he knelt before her and with a heart full of love asked her to be his wife. Her hands went to her mouth as a broad smile broke out underneath them - she managed to cry out a "Yes... yes I will marry you!" Tears streamed down her face as the room broke out with applause. It is a day none of us will ever forget.
Today Rebecca and Dillon are married. They are a very strong and capable couple. Rebecca's creative soul covers and blesses her family, house and everything she touches. Dillon's strong presence and love for his family is unshakable.
He is Rebecca's Rock ... and to me ... he will forever be a type of hero sent by God in answer to my prayer.
They are an example to all who know them ... an example of true love and commitment. I pray that their lives will continue to blend and strengthen as they work together complementing each other. I believe with all my heart that they will continue, as they say in fairy tales, to live Happily Ever After.
Susan Ream Copy write 2010
Prayer for a Daughter
Beautifully written by Ann Voskamp, who describes herself as a plain Ann without even the fanciful “e”. She says of herself, "Wife to the farmer, mama to six, and honestly, I’m a bit of a mess. It’s okay, really. Grace is the most amazing of all."
Her website is full of wonderful, treasures (please take a moment to click on the link - (you'll be glad you did) the most magical music plays in the background as you read of her wisdom and insights. It's just Heavenly.
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