I've prayed more prayers for my boys than I could even count. Sometimes they're a quick, "Oh, God, give Kiddo focus during speech today," or "Heavenly Father, bring peace to Little Brother's heart right now," when he's in the middle of a temper tantrum. Sometimes they are prayers about therapies to start or discontinue, or about good behavior and awesome results at an evaluation or a speech intensive. Sometimes it's a quick "Help them come to know you Father."
I've also prayed desperate prayers. Prayers for Little Brother's life, when at 17 weeks pregnant with him I needed to have my appendix removed pronto and the surgeon said so matter-of-factly, "of course there's a risk you will lose the fetus in surgery." (Side note, I hate that term 'fetus'. It's a baby folks. In this case, my baby. End side note). Hubster and I, family and friends and members of our church prayed and prayed that God would spare us both. And obviously, He did. I call Little Brother "my little miracle."
I've prayed desperate prayers for healing. We've brought Kiddo to the altar at church numerous times, had our pastors lay hands on his head and pray for his hearing, his speech, his complete and miraculous healing. Hubster and I pray for both kiddos and their speech and their healing. We have friends and family and members of our church praying for them too.
But a year or so ago, I started turning to Scripture to find passages to pray. And a few of those are what I want to share here.
