A Mother's Prayer Journal

Pages filled with anxious thoughts.
Self rebukes over faithless walks.

Tear stained ink blots.
Happily scribbled exclamation dots.

Trials recorded and lives unfolded,
Over the creased lines of stories told.

Pleas for wisdom.
Cries for mercy.

Answered petitions,
And surprised renditions
Of stories with newly twisted plots.

Desperation.
Exasperation.

Written daily!
Then forgotten lazily...

Stories of successful potties.
Frustration with consistent naughty.

Prayers of hope.
Prayers for peace.

Memory verses needed as
Persistent sources of daily strength.

Determined stances.
Defeated chances.

Joy filled exclamations.
Laughed over situations.

Healing supplications.
Worship then adoration.

These are what fill my pages.
Stories of my children's lives.
Written with a fiery drive
By a mother who strives
To cover them in prayer.

Memories for one day soon.
A notebook to be passed on to you.
A family recipe better than any heirloom.
A mother's prayer journal.

Comments

I Will Serve Out of Love

I'm a striver. I struggle with being performance oriented. Like a dancing monkey, I might give you a good performance if you're willing to grant me a worth while reward. This fault has been the thorn in my side when it comes to not only trying to understand the unconditional love of God, but also trying to remember it. How and why would He love me when I haven't given Him a good Christian performance? Isn't He disappointed when I mess up? Isn't He embarrassed by my tantrums and disgraces? This morning as I was talking with Him and almost pleading, "Abba, I just want to please you. I just want to do Your will..." I felt like He asked, "Why? Are you serving me out of a fear of punishment or out of love?" Immediately I knew the answer. I had fallen back into fear of punishment. This week hasn't been my most stellar week and I was desperately trying to convince God with my words that I was going to be better. I know be...

Because of great empathy, Jesus wept

John 11: 32-33&35 "Now when Mary came to where Jesus was and saw him, she fell at his feet, saying to him, 'Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.' When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in his spirit and greatly troubled. Jesus wept." As I was reading through this chapter and familiar story, I was suddenly struck with the depth of this particular part of the story. Jesus, being God, knew that He was about to raise Lazarus from the dead. Not only that, but a few verses earlier, He even told His disciples what He was about to do. The death of Lazarus was not news to Jesus--nor, in my mind, do I imagine a very troubling thought to Him since He knew what was about to happen. So then, why did He weep? Why was He greatly troubled? Because He saw the deep pain of His friends. His empathy was SO great that even knowing what was about to happen He still wept with His friends. "Fo...

Don’t Render Yourself Worthless

“Those who consider themselves religious and yet do not keep a tight rein on their tongues deceive themselves, and their religion is worthless.” ‭‭James‬ ‭ 1:26 ‬ ‭NIV‬‬ http://bible.com/111/jas.1.26.niv We are to be ambassadors of Christ—representatives and reflections. Yet, how can we accurately depict Jesus when our tongues are so quick to burn, cut down and destroy others? James 1:26 says our efforts are worthLESS if we do not know how to control our tongues. One misspoken word... one harsh insult...one passive aggressive expression might be all it takes to uproot a seed that had been previously planted. Tread lightly with those fingers so quick to text back a snarky reply or release a rant on social media. Your words could be the last drop in someone else’s already too broken bucket. “My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry,” ‭‭James‬ ‭ 1:19 ‬ ‭NIV‬‬ http://bible.com/111/jas.1...

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