Somewhere there is a woman rocking a baby in the middle of the night. She is exhausted and tired, and as she rocks back and forth, she cries silently into his curly hair. His head tucked up under her chin, his chubby hands holding onto her, she holds him tightly and prays, “Lord, make me the momma he needs me to be. Show me how to love him, teach him, raise him up to be the man you have called him to be.”
And the Lord hears her prayer.
A world away, a woman holds the hand of her small child. The young girl hops over each crack in the sidewalk, her pleated school skirt and ponytails bouncing as she jumps. Filled with hope and responsibility, she prays, “Lord, make me the momma she needs me to be. Show me how to teach her confidence and compassion. Guide me as I teach her about beauty, and grace, and love for you and others.”
And the Lord hears her prayer.
The sun has set and heavy eyes have finally closed as another woman goes in to turn out the light. As she leans down and kisses the heads of her small children she whispers, “Lord, make me the momma they need me to be. May I always be an example of how to trust in you, look to you, and follow you all the days of my life.”
And the Lord hears her prayer.
In a small hospital room, the sun is just rising on another day without answers. A woman carefully repositions the blankets and tucks the special worn teddy bear under her son’s arm. She sits on the end of his bed and prays, “Lord, make me the momma he needs me to be. Show me how to be strong. Show me how to trust. Never let him see my faith waver, because you are good, and we will choose to trust you.”
And the Lord hears her prayer.
A woman holds a test in her hands. It is positive this time, but she is scared. She slides down the wall onto the cold tile floor and prays, “Lord, make me the momma this baby needs me to be. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I know that you will be with us. Help me to hear your voice as you lead us.”
And the Lord hears her prayer.
Around the world, there are woman just like you. Women who pray for their children to know God. Women who pray for safety, and health, and peace, and wholeness. Women who pray that they might know what to do next. Women who are desperate for answers. Women who cling desperately to hope. And women who will choose to trust above all.
I don’t know where you are today. I don’t know what circumstances surround your prayer. But, today, I get to remind you… wherever you are… That you are not alone. You are already the momma they need you to be,
And the Lord hears your prayer.
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