By Jaime Cheaney
Dear Jesus, I offer you my sufferings today. The lack of sleep,
messy house, never-ending laundry, marathon nursing sessions, and
squabbling children. I especially offer up the feeling that I am
failing as a parent. I entrust myself and my entire family to your
care, knowing You are in control.
Please unite my sufferings with Yours on the cross, using them to
bring others to know You. Please comfort those who pray for a baby,
those who mourn the loss of a child, and the neglected children unloved
by anyone but You.
Jesus, I thank you for every late night teenage heart-to-heart, every
sloppy kiss and snuggle, and even the constant busyness. Every day
with my family is a gift. Please give me Your heart and Mother Mary’s
simple yes to Your will. Guide me as I teach this to my children.
In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen.
**The picture above is one of my favorites. I took it standing at the foot of the crucifix statue at the Black Madonna Shrine in Eureka, Missouri.
Jaime blog at Fruitful Mama.
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