For many years but especially since I had children, I’ve asked my parents many times what they did to me when I was a teenager. What did they do to make me not ever want to do anything bad?
I’m not saying I was a perfect or model teenager. But I never fell away from my faith in a drastic way, I did not smoke or drink, or have sex, or really even have a great desire to do any of these things. Yes, I did have the first-child syndrome of wanting to please my parents immensely. But I know many oldest children who did not take the narrow road.
For years, my parents would respond that they had no idea what they did. My mom tended to credit our youth pastor. Sometimes they claimed that strong-willed chilren became teens who didn’t bow to peer pressure.
Only recently did my dad finally respond, “Well, your mom prays. A lot.”
My college. My husband. My children. My ability to stay at home. All things I know my mother has prayed fervently over.
Mom is a bit of a worrier … but she turns that into prayer, the right solution for worry. And I believe she’s taught me to do the same thing. Every joy, every pain, every struggle, almost always my first reaction is to speak to my Jesus.
Oh, how glad I am that He always listens.
One of the most important things I’ve ever learned is that if it concerns me, it concerns Him. He loves me that much.
And I believe it’s a lesson my mother taught me well.
Title is from the song “Mama’s Prayers” by Elizabeth Cook, whom I love!