The children whom you were bereaved will yet say in your ears, "The place is too cramped for me; make room for me that I may live here." Then you will say in your heart, "Who has begotten these for me, since I have been bereaved of my children, and an exile and a wanderer? And who has reared these? Behold, I was left alone; from where did these come?"
O my Father, I pray for my lost adult children. I pray that You restore them; I feel that I have lost them!
Please, Father, put a guard on my mouth (and my fingers) that my words and my attitudes would no longer push them away. Please remove the spirit of cut-off from my family that has plagued my family line for at least a few generations.
Please, Holy Dad, let me exude Your sweet fragrance in my mouth and attitudes, to draw them to You. And open their eyes and ears and hearts and minds to perceive and receive Your Words of Love and Your ways.
Please, my Dear Daddy (Abba), grant them Your precious faith, that they may turn to you in repentance and faith.
I could have no greater joy in this Age than to know that all my children are walking according to Your Truth; please grant me this joy!
Even so, come, Lord Jesus!
