A Mom's Prayer

moms prayer Here I am again, God. Here, on my knees. Asking for help.

You see, I've got these two precious daughters that you somehow thought I was equipped to raise. The thing is, though, I'm kind of lost.

One of them is struggling to see you, hear you and know you. She asks me questions like why didn't you send Satan to Jupiter instead of sending him to earth and why hurting hurts so much more than feeling good feels good. I have to tell you, I don't know the answers to those questions, and I don't even know where to find them.

The other one is growing up so fast. She's getting interested in boys and all the teenage girly stuff, and I'm really not ready for that. I'm not sure I'm equipped to guide her through those waters in this day of texting and social media.

With two girls in middle school, I have to say middle school is tough. The expectations are high. The world is pulling them in all sorts of directions -- none of them pointed at you.

What's a mom to do? How do I raise them and guide them and lead them to you when I don't have the answers they need. How do I protect them and yet let them spread their wings to gain some independence? How do I know we'll navigate these waters together and come out in one piece on the other side?

This age of teens and pre-teens is kind of frightening as a parent. There's only so much I can do. I miss the days when they were little and I could control so much more. This life of a pre-teen and teen mom is so much more than I thought it would be -- both good and bad.

And I can't do this on my own. I'm not smart enough or strong enough. So, here I am on my knees again asking for the strength and wisdom to get through this day. Let me show my kids grace. Let me show them love. Let me fill them with your wisdom and your strength. Let me trust you to get through to them and touch their hearts when I can't. Help me be the mom they need. Because I certainly can't do it on my own.