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May His Strong Will Cultivate an Even Stronger Faith

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By Samantha Krieger

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Dear Lord,

At the end of an exhausting and emotional day with my strong-willed child, I just need you. I’ve cried and prayed and cried and prayed, and I need your intervention.

He isn’t responding to me the way he used to. He’s distant, moody, down, and in his own world it seems. His body is changing along with his emotions. He’s maturing before my eyes, and it’s blowing my mind.

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I don’t know how to reach his heart right now.

I know this doesn’t surprise you at all. You’ve known him since the day I gave birth to his sweet 7-pound frame on that sunny October day. You’ve watched all his first milestones, and You’ve been there with me navigating all his developmental changes—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

You’ve been with him in the hallways of his elementary school, on the playground, and in his sports activities. You’ve never lost sight of him. Even when I doubted, You were with us as mama and son.

You have great plans for his life and put me in his life for a reason.

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Channel his pride, energy, intelligence, creativity, determination, and leadership in the right direction. Keep him away from the wide path that brings harm, hurt, and destruction. Hold his hand on the narrow road that’s full of joy, blessing, and peace.

Help him to better respect his authority and teachers You’ve placed in his life. At home, give him the strength to lead his siblings well and set a good example.

Bring the right friends that will influence him positively and help shape who he’ll be in the future.

Give him friends in our church body who’ll mentor and love him unconditionally, seeing the potential inside him.

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Teach me how to release control and trust you in the process—without growing resentful or angry when he struggles. Open his eyes to the truth.

Humble him so he can be a servant for You no matter how young. Teach him more about Your love and goodness.

Make my strong-willed child a man of faith, I pray, Lord.

Most of all, help me live out of my faith as I wait upon your timing.

In Your Name I pray,
Amen

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Samantha Krieger

Samantha Krieger is wife to Jeremiah and mama to 2 boys & 2 girls- 16 and under. She's passionate about encouraging women in their faith, relationships, and real life. She's the author of Quiet Time: A 30-day Devotional Retreat for Moms in the Trenches. Her work has been featured on the Today Show online, Love What Matters, and Cafe Mom. She enjoys connecting with readers on her personal blog, Facebook and Instagram.

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