Proverbs 31:25-30 ESV
Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come. She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.”
Isaiah 49:15 ESV
“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you.
Psalm 127:3 ESV
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.
Lord, I am so weary at times. You have blessed me with the dream of my heart, given me this little person to love and care for, who I longed to be a Mother to. Oh how I prayed to be a Mom, how I ached to have tiny arms around my neck and drooly kisses on my cheek. And I am so awed that You have given me this gift, Lord, so humbled that You would trust me with this tiny soul You cherished and created. Please, Lord, be a reminder to me when I am weary, let me see her through Your eyes when I am frustrated and tired. I do not want to speak harsh words, Lord, and yet sometimes I find I do. Soften my tongue to her, Lord, soften my ways. Make them as soft as my heart is for her. Allow me to be loving even in my discipline as You are for us, Lord. Show me how to take a breath before reacting, how to remind myself that these moments are fleeting and soon I will want them back. She is already growing so fast, Lord. Write these moments on my heart, let me never forget the sweetness of seeing my baby grow and become all You have called her to be. Let me never forget as she is growing to take the time to appreciate even the most wearying of days, because someday I will wish that I could relive them. She is sweetness and light and life and laughter and love, Lord, and all wonderful things You’ve created her to be, don’t let me be the dampener of that wonderful spirit. Do not let my complaining tongue injure the precious times we have together, Lord, or that beautiful light in her. Help me be generous with my time, always recalling that she will grow too fast. Help me be unselfish of my body and my space, always recalling that she will soon feel too far away. Help me to be humble and show her grace, as You have always shown to me. Lord, You’ve called me to Mother, now I call on You to help me do it better. Give me patience for every hard moment, Lord, and let me teach her to Praise Your Name.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen