Lord, Keep me on the days I feel like motherhood is something I'm going to survive.
Pour out your grace when I've poured out myself and feel there is nothing left.
Protect me from myself when I want my life free from mess, and mess is just what finds me.
Show me how I can grow from being humbled in my loss of self control when it's the very thing I'm trying to teach.
Renew me with the assurance that what I'm setting out to do is your purpose for me.
Let that sustain when the immediate reward is lacking, or virtually non-existent.
Let me have joy in the moments when family fun even wears me out.
Give me wisdom to know when to take a moment of quiet. Let me find you there.
Let me not measure the day by my mistakes, but by your grace.
Let today's lack of a mother's patience, be tonight's prayer for repentance, and tomorrow's quest to start again in pursuit of your glory.
Thank you that that glory will indeed be achieved by your work whether I had a bad day or not.
Thank you for the good days ahead.
