A Mothers Prayer: While Spinning on the Potters Wheel

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 And yet, O Lord, you are our Father.
We are the clay, and you are the potter.
We all are formed by your hand
Isaiah 64:8 (NLT)
Help me be the best mother that I can be today.
Quick to love, smile and even play.
Let them look into my eyes, see more of You this way.
Help me be what they need.
Not the rushed mom clinging to the schedule or a drive to succeed.
Let me get out the tea set and the Monopoly,
Knowing full well Your sweetest gifts are staring back at me.
Lead me in Your strength,
And never think for a minute that this is all me.
I need more of You this way.
No condemnation–just the potter and His clay.
When I’m wrinkled old in bed,
Let there be no regrets over words unsaid.
Inspire me to speak forth Your truth, hear these soft hearts,
And speak words that say:
You are good. 
I’m  blessed to be your mommy.
Let’s find Jesus today.”

This is just a little imperfect prose that I’m sharing this week.  Cried through most of it…heart stuff.


Also sharing on SomeGirlsWebsite. 🙂

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