No doubt, it is very often the central focus of my prayer time. And this is what I am learning: to pray that the mantle of the father descend upon the sons (and daughters). Don't just take it for granted.
Many months ago, I jotted "Psalm 112" on a piece of paper, tore it off, and placed it in the corner of the frame.
It became my prayer. It begins:
This week as I flipped through the pages of the Harper genealogy, I came to the front of the book where my mother had penned a personal message to me. My breath caught when I saw it.
A number of years ago, Steve Green wrote and sang a song that still rings within me today as I flip the pages of personal history. A portion reads,
Yes, may those who come behind us find US faithful. And may the mantle of the father -- and the mother -- descend upon the children. Let it be, Lord!
Just an ordinary moment...