I have this understood deal with my family: if you go – I pray. I have to. That's my part.
I did not comprehend the wisdom of God in this when He "invited me" out of the rat race almost 2 years ago (my day job) via pain, loss of identity and brokenness (God was actually resisting me – check out James 4.6 if you, too, are feeling resisted). But I get it a bit more now. There was something much more needful!
So this week, they are going, and I am praying: Dave is in South Africa leading worship and preaching it up and establishing ministry centers; Tara and Steph and Stormie are heading to Dallas with their "revivalist" hearts, seeking God's instruction at Jesus Culture (getting Him out of the church and into the world); Mary Jean is in Toronto doing street ministry, walking among the homeless and hurting; Tristan is faithfully at work at Dare2Share, part of daring teens to to share the Good News; Tredessa is in Kansas City at a Living Waters Conference, being trained to bring healing to people in the "broken places" by the power of the Holy Spirit; Rocky will lead hundreds in worship this week, while he and Jovan instill a God-love into tiny, baby Averi. My husband is out there teaching civilians and military alike, with broad influence over the corporate DTC world.
So, in addition to being a wife, a mom (even though they are grown-I'll always be their mommy) and a Nonna, right there alongside my ministry/mission work with Worship and the Word Movement and working behind-the-scenes for Heaven Fest, I am standing in the gap in intercession for my family. I will remember them before the Lord, I will call out their names, I will cover them in prayer and agree with what God has to say about them by praying His Word over them.
If they go, I pray. That is the deal…Jeanie
NOTE TO SELF: There is nothing else I could do that would be of more value to my family, keep on praying…
pictured: the fam at Easter