It’s not often I kneel at the foot of the child’s bed and pray him through the night. It’s only happened once before. It happened again last night. At 2:45 I finally went to bed with peace in my heart.
Simeon is a special boy and he has been placed in our care for a reason. He has been called out of his situation at home, a home where there is darkness. As he tossed and turned and whimpered in his sleep, I spoke truth over my boy. I claimed his life for Christ. I prayed for his days ahead, his mother, his family, the people in his neighborhood, the people he will meet in his future, his teachers, his friends and his purpose. The Lord crept into my boy’s room last night. His presence and His glory filled every corner to bursting. I whispered to Him all the things no one else may have ever asked for in Simeon’s life. And I believe He heard me.
Finally, Simeon came to a rest. He finally breathed deeply and slept in peace. I am honored that I should be the one called to do battle for this child. I am awed that I should be trusted with his care. This is not what I ever thought my life would be… it’s better.