With my son’s face in my mind, I pour out my momma worries and wonderings. I ask the Lord to show me how to love my three sons better. I beg Him to capture their hearts and to show them the way. I thank Him for entrusting my husband and me with such priceless gifts.
My mind shifts to my sweetie sanding his latest woodworking project in the garage. I pray God’s loving protection over his life and our marriage. I pray for his heart to be encouraged after a long, trying day at work. I ask the Lord to give me a deeper, more sacrificial love for my man.
Cars of all kinds zip by blowing their hot hurry in my direction. I pray for my city to be still and know He is God. I hear a siren in the distance and pray protection and provision for all involved in the crisis. I pass a church and ask God to use that body of believers to show His love to our community and beyond. Then I pray for my church, for my pastor, for my children’s Bible teachers, and for my own heart. I thank God for my church family and the privilege of worshiping and serving alongside them.