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A Mother’s Prayer

 

She woke up today with a heavy heart.

Anxiety pierced her chest.

Slushing through the breakfast routine she wondered why.

Fell asleep reading a book about minors being stolen and trafficked.

Could wreak havoc on even the most hopeful mind.

Studying, learning, praying, demanding some sort of safe haven for these sweet souls bought and sold. Bought and sold. Mercy Lord. Your daughters and sons. Like property.

Her stomach hurts and she considers going back to bed. 

Nagging uncomfortable feeling persists and she remembers more.

Good people she knows looking for son. He’s lost. Find him Lord.

Other mothers that are dear mourn their lost children.

Friends struggle through teaching right and wrong. Boundaries. You are worthy. You are loved.

This too shall pass.

It will be better in the morning.

Except when it’s not.

I was told motherhood is the great equalizer and that is true. You pray for me I’ll pray for you.

It’s all we can do really.

Money, connections, family, friends, education, they don’t guarantee anything.

It’s a rocky road we travel. It’s an unsteady balance beam and we can’t strut here.

We walk tentatively. We focus our gaze.On you Lord.

Light.

Like Peter we lose focus, we look away. We fall. This reminds us to look at you again. We regain balance.

Only you know Lord. And you love us. You love our kids more than we do. Although I can’t imagine.

We read books and we share what we know and we love and we hold and we pray.

We tuck in and we snuggle and we laugh and we do homework and make sandwiches and drive and text and call and do laundry.

We cheer from the stands and we cry in cars alone. We buy things and fix things and anxiously await results.

We teach and we hug and we provide and we pray some more.

Lord, protect my baby.

Stay right there beside him even when he’s six feet tall.

Don’t ever leave her.

Remind him who he is when he forgets.

Love her when I’m not there Lord.

Have his back.

Guard her heart.

I’m sorry for complaining when I was tired or angry or hungry or lonely.

Lord, this gift. This gift.

Thank you. 

 

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Trust Without Borders

I can’t get enough of this song.

“Spirit, Lead me where my trust is without borders.”

Borders can be anything. They can be in our minds.  Limits we put on ourselves, lies we believe, fear we succumb to.  We can be telling ourselves old stories about where we can go and why  we must stay and how we can’t cross this or that line.  We may still be acting for others.  We may have walls of our own creation trapping us in and holding us hostage.  We may be fighting addictions and strongholds that have held us for decades or generations.  We may be warriors fighting battles in our minds and hearts every day.

Or we may be facing down giants like violence and death and war across actual, physical borders of enemy territory.  We may be the kind of warrior that puts on his or her boots and grabs a gun and fights for freedom and prays for safety.  The kind that carries a picture of loved ones and wears a dog tag and can’t sleep at night.  The kind that takes orders and stands tall and faces fears and dreams of coming home.  The one that has courage that we don’t always understand…passion and purpose and a rare kind of bravery…we are in awe…we see them in the airport and want to say something…we want to say, “thank you” and “you are brave” and “I appreciate you”.  Sometimes we approach them and they are humble and honored and grateful.  God has called them into a trust without borders and they have answered that call.

This song is for all of us.

But on Memorial Day, it’s especially for the warriors who fought valiantly for our freedom and lost their lives while doing so.  It’s for those who “called upon His name” and whose souls now “rest in His embrace”.

Thank you.

 

On all days…in all ways…thank you

Lord, I’m thinking of my kids today and I want to thank you for the small stuff.

For the way they smelled as babies. For the way it felt to hold them while they slept…for their tiny hands and feet and for their vulnerability and their trust.

Thank you for being there when I brought my oldest daughter home and had no idea what to do.  For the way we muddled through together, making it up as we went along, knowing that love and some food and some rest would sustain us.  Thanks for the time to linger and just stare at her in wonder and awe.

Thank you for bath times and bed times.  Thank you for books and for snuggling and for laughing and reading together.  Thank you for a peaceful home and healthy bodies. Thank you for the soap you write with on the bathroom wall and for fluffy towels with hoods.

Thank you for the times when you stayed up with me as I stared into the cribs watching their chests rise and fall and praying the next breath would come.  Thank you for sitting with me in the darkness.

Thank you for the messiness and the chaos and the fun.  Thank you for the moments when I knew it was more important to let them eat ice cream than it was to have a clean house.

Thank you for slip and slides and bowling and movies and cookies.   Thank you for birthday cake and parties and silly games.  Thank you for swings and rocks and sand.  Thank you for Happy Meals and Disney World and goldfish and the zoo.  Thank you for sprinklers and picnics.  Thank you for ballet and those pretty dresses!

Thank you for the lazy days when we had nothing to do and nowhere to go so we would walk to the park.  Thank you for the people we met along the way.  Thank you for the times when we were bored and waiting.

Thank you for princess dresses and sippy cups.  Thank you for Bob the Builder and Thomas the Tank Engine and Legos.  Thank you for pizza and pancakes.  Thank you for art supplies and tie dye and pottery and friendship bracelets.  Thank you for baseball and football and bikes and scooters.

Thank you for books – picture books and chapter books.  Thanks for the kind you could chew on and the one that had the fuzzy dog.  Thank you for Junie B. Jones and Ramona and Hank Zipzer and the Magic School Bus.

Thank you for long nature walks and leaves scrunching under our feet.  Thank you for fluffy white snow and snowmen and sledding and hot chocolate.   Thank you for hot summer days and lemonade stands and garage sales.  For convertible rides and fireworks on the Fourth of July.  Thank you for the pool and the twirly slide and slurpees at 7-Eleven.

Thank you for little eyes that look up to me and little hearts that are open.  Thank you for the funny words kids say and the stories they tell.  Thank you for making them all so different and all so special.

Thank you for their resilience Lord and for their understanding.  Thank you for their acceptance of a mom who is not perfect, who struggles, who doesn’t like to clean or cook, who sometimes cries and gets her feelings hurt.  Thank you for putting it in their hearts to love and understand me.  Thank you for the times when they know to give me a hug or a smile or to say something funny.

Thank you for the past with these beautiful little people.  And thank you for the future, whatever that holds.  I’m hoping for more laughter and funny pictures and warm memories…more creating and dreaming and painting and getting dirty.  More time together.

See Lord, when I’m hurried and rushed and I say “Thank you, Amen”, I really mean all of these things and more.  The list is extensive.  I know you understand.  I think that’s why we celebrate Thanksgiving.  It’s a day to take the time to thank you for the small things.  It’s the day we realize the small things are actually the big things.  The small things add up to be our life.  So next time I say, “Lord, thank you for all my blessings”, please know I really mean it…in all ways, on all days…thank you.

 

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