The older my children become, the more clearly I see my hopes for their lives.
I hope they don’t become trapped in the cycle of chasing popularity.
I hope they stay true to who they are.
I hope they don’t fall into the lure of peer pressure.
I hope they are people of strong character and virtue.
I hope they are kind. Always kind. To everyone they encounter.
I hope they can clearly see the things that truly matter in life and hold on to those things tightly, while holding loosely to the rest.
I hope they are generous.
I hope they always consider the needs of others.
I hope they are strong in their faith and their beliefs and their convictions.
I hope they don’t fall into the trap of wanting more and striving for success above all else.
I hope they can be content and see the goodness that is all around us.
I hope they can face trials knowing God is with them and that He has gone before them and that nothing is too big for Him.
I hope they know there is always a way out and the pain they are feeling may be extraordinary in the moment, but it will not last forever. Joy will come in the morning.
I hope they always know the value they bring to the table, and never question their worth.