So God Made a Mother Collection ➔

How moms pray:

In whispers over the downy heads of sleeping babes, we pray prayers of thanks for the gift of babies and sleep.

On the couch late at night when our bigs are past curfew and not answering our texts, we pray our Lord leads them safely to our door and that we do not kill them when they finally enter it.

In the carpool line as we watch our kids walking into school weighted down by their backpacks and worry, we ask God to protect them through their day.

Under our breath as we face the rolling eyes and hands on hips of a teenager, we pray this too shall pass.

By ourselves as we drive to work in the car, running through our worries for each baby, one by one, as we give these over to God.

When holding the sweaty hand of a sick little love, her head resting on our shoulder, we pray the worst will not happen and that healing will.

In the moments they are scaling high things, jumping off them, swimming in lakes and rivers and oceans and doing any of the things we know help them spread their wings, we pray for their safety and that we can hide our fears from their eyes.

With our heads in our hands and littles at our feet, we pray to make it through the witching hour and that everyone will at least try our dinner.

At church when our kids cannot sit still in the pew and we start to sweat under the gaze of the folks behind us praying for the patience of others and that God sees our attempts.

In line at the DMV when we bring our excited teenager to their driving test, we apologize to God for praying that they fail.

As we walk through Target, we pray we make it through with our sanity (and budget) intact.

When they must finally leave our homes and the safety of our arms, we pray for the strength to rejoice and see them off.

At the ballpark and at the theatre and in all the celebrations, we pray prayers of thanks for these moments that lift us up.

We pray in the seconds and in the minutes and in the spaces between carpool and homework, between teeth brushing and bath time, at 3 a.m. when the house is silent and 3 p.m. walking through our work world.

We pray for our babies, our families, ourselves, and the world we are leaving to our people.

I’ve spent less time on my knees since having these babies but I’ve never spent more time in prayer.

I pray a million times and a million ways that God will cover my children with His love and protection. I pray that they may know Him in their hearts.

I pray and I pray and I pray, 30 seconds at a time, over and over, and with all of my heart. And these stolen prayers may be the biggest gift I give my children. And the biggest gift God gives back to me.

This article originally appeared on Hiding in the Closet with Coffee by Amy Betters-Midtvedt

 

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Amy Betters-Midtvedt

Amy Betters-Midtvedt is a writer, educator, mom of 5 crazy kids, wife to a patient husband, and lover of Jesus. She writes along with her friend and former teaching partner Erin over at Hiding in the Closet With Coffee. Our mission is to help parents find sanity and joy, and we know sometimes joy is found hiding out in the closet with coffee, or hiding out on Facebook — come and join us both! You can read more about us here. You can also find us hiding out over at InstagramPinterest, and Twitter.

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