Two moms sat in grocery store parking lots. A few miles separated them. But as they sat in their minivans talking on the phone, their hearts were close. These moms were having terrible mornings. One mom was awakened at 4:45 by the baby, who was grouchy all morning. Her other two kids fought like cats and dogs. She dropped an egg on the floor, her makeup in the wet sink, and a laundry basket, which took part of her thumb with it. The other mom was tired of being sassed by her pre-teen son, while being told, “I hate you,” by her little girl. She was weary of arguing, weary of disrespect. Both of these moms felt like they were sinking. Both of these moms felt powerless to change their homes. And both of these moms felt like failures, like it was somehow all their fault that their children were so screwed up.
But as these moms talked and shared their hearts with each other, they could hear the nonsense in each other’s heartbreak of “What did I do to screw this all up?” and “I feel like such a failure.” Because these moms knew that their dear sweet sister in Christ had done nothing to screw up her children, and that she was not a failure.
And as they talked, the settled on the real source of the problem: The Enemy of their souls.
He was the one messing with their families. He was the one making them blame themselves for everything. He was the one heaping guilt on their mama’s hearts. He was the one shooting fiery darts at their children. He was the one who wanted to destroy their souls and the souls of their children.
And they decided they were done.
Done listening to the lies of the enemy.
Done giving themselves too much credit, thinking that their shortcomings could literally outweigh the grace of God to sustain their children.
Done feeling powerless.
Done tolerating destruction.
Done feeling like their children were slipping through their fingers and on the highway to hell.
And they decided their best and only weapon was prayer. Their war plan and their war path was through prayer.
Every day they will pray Scripture over their children.
Every day they will pray for a wall of fire around their children and legions of angels to go with them.
Every day they will pray for Jesus to capture the hearts of their children.
Every day they will pray for wisdom.
Every day they will pray that they can be the mamas God wants them to be, even when they make mistakes.
And every day they will look for change. They will take ground with their prayers. They will take their children back from the enemy’s reaching. They will take back their homes. They will take back their marriages. They will war for the souls of those they love.
I am convinced that I am who I am because of my mama’s prayers. May it be so with my children also because of me.