Family trouble is heartbreaking enough, but when I was facing another visit from them, Father showed me a different way to pray. It involved understanding that I have a kingdom. He’s shown me this scenario several times now.
It’s the premise that The Kingdom of God is made up of countless little kingdoms and that each person within The Kingdom has a little kingdom of their own. My little kingdom consists of everything and everyone who exists inside my realm of love. It’s not the realm of superficial love, but the love that pulls at my heart with intensity. My responsibility for the peace and welfare of everything and everyone inside my little kingdom involves this different way to pray in order to fulfill my responsibility.
Granted, everyone has their own kingdom and we all overlap, but that’s beside the point. I still have responsibility for mine and you have responsibility for yours. This is the part about learning to rule and reign on earth.
These prayers look similar to the way a business person handles responsibility. For instance, when a problem arises, a business person has a plan and then issues orders for solving the problem. But first, it requires a vision for the plan.
Similarly, when I go to Father with a problem in my kingdom, He asks me what my vision is and what I want it to look like. If I don’t know, then He waits and tells me to get one.
I used to argue with Him, that I wanted His vision and His plan. But eventually, He indicated I was being lazy. He had created me in His image and given me the creative ability to have a vision, just like He has them.
Once I seek out my vision, then I share it with Him. He isn’t like a dictator who evaluates my vision and accepts or rejects it, rather He accepts it unconditionally. If I haven’t achieved a vision with enough far-reaching perfection, then I will have to face the shortfall later with another vision. But for now, I present what I see. He accepts it and backs me up … just like the perfect marriage partner would do.
That’s it! Honestly, that is how it’s done. The vision is the prayer. I don’t have to go through a lot of words. I simply share with Him my vision. Then I leave it with Him and He does the rest.
It’s not like we were taught, to plead and cry out and beg with my face on the floor. But the face-plant rarely accomplished much except to empty me of myself, which was a good thing. Those are the years of maturing. I had to go through them before Father could show me another way. As a child, I couldn’t do the things adults could do. That doesn’t mean I was wrong or stupid. It means I hadn’t gone through the growing process yet. I would. In my own time. And this progress was the same.
So, with my family on the verge of another visit, I went to Father for a solution to the turmoil and arguments. And He responded inside the context of my kingdom and asked me for my vision.
I didn’t have one. But rather I did a lot of talking about how I wished it could be, and shed a lot of tears about my woundedness. He waited till I was finished and asked again for my vision.
Now it was time to get serious. It was my responsibility to get a vision. Nothing would happen to fix the situation until I did.
So I sat quietly and let my love for these people rise to the surface where I could embrace them with my heart and see the beauty of our family. Then I could see the vision. It was like painting a picture and only including the pretty ingredients.
We do it all the time, actually. We get family portraits and orchestrate them so that everyone looks happy and on their best behavior.
Why not paint that picture in an action video and present it to Father as my vision?
And that is what I did. I glossed over the character flaws, softened the opinions, made love the primary goal in each person’s heart and then handed it to Father. He took my vision and I waited.
The day came. And it was amazing. Hugs were long and deep. Kisses were sweet and sincere. Appreciation hung thickly in the air. And Peace reigned throughout the days we were together.
Painting visions are the new prayers. Who knew?
Thank you for sharing my journey. Blessings on yours.