Today marks the month celebration of my first grand daughter's entry into this world. Looking at her reminds me of the three generations of daughter's who had to learn to make it in households dominated by men. You see, my mother was the only daughter out of five children. I am the only daughter from a family of two boys, my daughter the only girl of four children and now my grand daughter the only girl of three children.
Our struggles and consequent victories validate that somewhere in the bloodline a grand or great grand or great, great grand prayed for us. I like that song, "My Mother Prayed for Me! Got down on her knees and prayed for me." Who are you roughing up your knees for? Although my children are all adults, I'm still praying for them, their children and our family bloodline. Yes, we have to include those distant relatives too. It's mind boggling how God hears each and everyone of us and our prayers for one another. No matter how far back the request, He still honors the prayers. The Bible tells us that the prayers of the righteous avails much. There is no situation too hard for God as He moves through generation, after generation, after generation demonstrating His might and mercy.
Listen, we serve an awesome God. If we were to really think back over our life, I believe we'd come to the conclusion that He's been there all the time because someone prayed for us.
Writing and observing are two of my favorite things to do. As I go along my day, I hope to share with you what I see or in some cases, what I hear.