I awoke early one morning in Copenhagen, and I calculated that the clock must just then be striking midnight back in the university town where my daughter was. For no real reason, panic swept over me. I threw on some clothes and a coat and braved the early morning chill to find a phone booth.
She didn’t answer.
Returning to my room, I fought to subdue my rising, irrational fears. In my prayer journal, I jotted down seven words that became a daily prayer for her for several years.
Lord,
Give my child . . .
Discernment and discretion,
Discipline and diligence,
Direction in life,
Devotion to Christ and delight in Your Word,
In Jesus’ name. Amen.
We must learn to be sensitive to the Holy Spirit for the prayers He wants to give us, and then we must pray them in faith, learning to trust Him even if we’re thousands of miles away from the recipient of our prayers.