A Moma's Heart

 Dear God,

It hurts how much I love my kids, and it’s so heavy how much their burdens are mine.

I just want to cover them from the darkness. I want to protect them from pain. I want them to be happy, safe and so assured of how loved they are.. every single day.

Honestly Lord, I wish I could come to you and you’d just tell me you won’t let anything bad happen.

I wish you, in your sovereignty and mightiness, would prevent all pain like I know you could.

But you don’t make any such guarantee. Your Word informs me that they WILL suffer in this life.

So my little humans are out in the world, in a world that can be so incredibly cruel, and I sometimes feel like I can’t rely on you to help them, either.

Forgive me God.

It’s because I love them so much and fear gets the best of me more than I’d like to admit.

So, I go back to your truth- that although me and my kiddos will have trouble in this life, you’ve overcome this world. You’re beyond it. You’re bigger.

I go back to your truth that the suffering they go through may be exactly what creates in them character and perseverance.

You, God, make purpose out of our pain. You turn the suffering into something beautiful, something refined.

So even if my mama heart feels like my babies are all alone when they’re out of my sight.

I go back to the truth that your eyes can’t be off of them.

You know my kids way better than I do.

It’s your breathe in their lungs.

It’s your fingerprint on their faces.

It’s your spirit inside of them.

You actually are better at loving them than I am, and you know what they need more, too.

Help this mama heart (and every parents heart who needs it) remember that the best place I could place my most precious loves is in the hands of the One who thought of them to begin with.

You’re a good Father.

The best.

Amen

Shared from The Unraveling by Kelli Bachara