A Praying Mom
Late at night when all the world was sleeping . . .
“She takes her children before the throne of grace and presents them to Jesus, pleading His blessing on them.”
I filed on my knees. I interceded for my baby. I never knew I could be the “praying momma“ that the church songs talked about. No one ever taught me how to be that woman but here I am; there I was. Almost nightly, I rest a hand on his forehead and praise God for his life; the life I did not know I was in desperate need of. I praise God for the joy he brings and the light that he illuminates his corner of the world with. I praise God even more for the many reasons this tiny being has given me to be a better version of myself. I continue by asking that God would continue to protect him in mind, body and spirit. There are so many evil forces at work in life ultimately and even in the lives of people whom he is close to. I pray that they never have the power to permeate his heart and impact him. I pray for his present and his future simultaneously. I pray for every single soul that he has to interact with on a daily basis. I even pray that God would continue to give me the courage and strength to raise him into the man that He has called him to be.
Prayer.
It is my first response when the world around me does not feel as kind as it should. It is what I do when everything is going well. It truly is just what I do and I’m grateful to have a God who guides me through motherhood and renews my mind daily as I tackle the ever changing journey.
