For my first born, Beautiful Light of the Lord
For my second born, One Who Attains God
For my third born, Divine Purpose of Faith
Elohim,
It is with humble concern and earnest intent that I petition,
intercede for my children. It is clear
to me that the principalities, the rulers of this misbegotten world seek to
distract and misinform them of who you are…of who they are just as they stand,
worthy. I do not claim to fully understand the
height and depth of your greatness. But
your presence is felt. Your presence is
known. You are my relation and I am
yours. Thank you for a spiritual space
with you that I can call my own. You
have called me at a time such as this to rear, to mold, and to give life. And it is with reverence that I walk in the
way of mother and vessel. I am not
perfect but Love indeed has made me whole.
I thank you for renewal and raising my gaze to eternity. And as the hart panteth so I
beseech your care.
In the name of the one who stood in the balance, I pray that
my children go higher. I pray that they
are more spiritually adept than me and their father. I pray that they are imbued with
consciousness that is universal in effect and scope. I pray that they are endowed with the gift to
discern, the ability to divide asunder religiosity from truth. I pray that my children have a vision of you
that is not bound by the assignment of gender.
May they only know you as Spirit, the Cloud and Fire of their days. Oh my God, my most precious savior may they “live,
move, and have their being in you”. And
in a world that forces them to careen violently into experience may they not
lose the innocence of joy. May they
never know themselves as separate from you.
May they meditate on you with every breath that they breathe. And in the circumstances of life that sway
them to and fro may they establish an altar in their home and with each eventide cleanse themselves of all negative energy.
May they consecrate themselves with your light. Almighty One, I pray that in times of trial
and despair that they take refuge in your strong tower. And when the enemy seeks to besiege their
soul may they rest in your shadow. My
Love of loves, may they stand and act in their inherited authority, children of
the El Elyon. I pray that my children
trust in the guiding powers that you have set before them. May they acknowledge with gratitude and respect the ancestors
and angelic host that guard the gates on their behalf. I pray that they take hold of their own
agency. There is no mediator between you
and them. They are the only arbiters of
their faith. And may they only be
obedient to the call of Spirit, laying aside all attempts to stagnate them with
fear and vain tradition even if the culprit is me…from you they came and to you
they belong. May they never put on the cloak of piety to
disguise a decrepit heart. My God, I pray
for them to have Power. I pray for them
to be keenly aware of who they are in Heaven’s book. May they know once again that you are not a
subject of contention nor to be intellectualized and reasoned but to be embodied. My children are wonderfully fashioned in your
image so may they live in this thought…I AM.
May they stretch beyond reliance on linear concepts of you and intuit
wisdom of the ages. May their prophetic
voices be neither muffled nor muted. May
they speak with the expediency of the one who was sent. El Shaddai, please fight for them daily
against all physical, mental, and spiritual foes. May they have divine balance, heart and
feather set at equilibrium. Lord of
lords, I pray my beloveds sit on the top most branch of life’s tree. Incline unto me, oh Lord. I love them; they are the treasure of my
soul. I surrender them to you.
By the power of Jesus, the Messiah…AMEN.
“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s
longing for itself. They come through
you but not from you, and though they are with you yet they belong not to
you. You may give them your love but not
your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their
souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow…”
~The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran
