Lord, in this week of Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for you. As I celebrate the joys and bear the burdens of caring for my family, you’re taking care of me.
When I’m exhausted from long days, short nights, and an endless to-do list, you’re strong for me.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
When I’ve run out of ideas and insight to deal with my kids and their issues, you’re my source of wisdom.
For the Lord gives wisdom; from his mouth
come knowledge and understanding.
When the bills and shopping list put an impossible strain on my paycheck, you’re my provider.
And my God will meet all your needs
according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.
When I feel like a big fat failure, your love never gives up on me.
Love is patient, love is kind…
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love…always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
(1 Corinthians 13:4-7)
When my stress and impatience get the best of me, hurting the ones I love, you forgive and restore.
Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.
Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
(Psalm 51:2, 10)
When I’m scared to death of the million threats to my kids’ safety, security, and spirits, you’re my courage.
When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.
In God, whose word I praise—
in God I trust and am not afraid.
When I’m lonely and isolated in my busyness as a mom, you’re my closest friend who’s with me all the time.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
(Psalm 139:7, 9-10)
When I feel small or disrespected, invisible or insignificant, you give me honor and worth.
Those who look to [the Lord] are radiant;
their faces are never covered with shame.
When I’m celebrating my children’s milestones and victories, you rejoice with me.
Shouts of joy and victory
resound in the tents of the righteous:
“The Lord’s right hand has done mighty things!”
Lord, I’m thankful for the life you’ve created for me to live. My children are a gift from your hand. You give my days purpose and meaning beyond anything I could imagine. No matter how much I struggle or fail, you lavish your love, help, and mercy on me. Thank you for calling me your precious daughter. I love you.