A Mother's Prayer

Last year, on June 16th,  I wrote this post  ...   just after discovering our Crisis situation.  Now, a year later, I still need to pray this prayer.  There are still so very many hidden hurts and fears in the hearts of our little girls.  So, today, I ask again, "Help me, Lord."

Lord ...

Open my eyes ... to see life through the eyes of my beautiful African children. Help me to see the life that they lived before they joined our family. Help me to see what they see. Give me a clear vision of their needs, and help me to meet each of those individual needs.

Lord ...

Open my ears ... to hear what they hear. Help me to hear their fears. Help me to know the secrets that still lie deep inside. Help me to pull them close and know how to comfort them when they are afraid.

Lord ...

Open my heart ... to feel what they feel. Help me to understand what makes their little hearts tick. Help me to feel their pain, and give me wisdom in how to help heal the hurts that they still carry in their little hearts.

Lord ...

Open my mind ... help me to know them more deeply. Help me to know when to speak, and when to keep silent. Help me to know when to encourage them to speak, and when it is okay for them to just sit in silence in my arms.

Lord ...

Help me to see my children, as you see them.

Help me to hear my children, as you hear them.

Help me to understand my children, as you understand them.

Help me to know my children, as you know them.

Lord ...

Thank you for Sarah.

Thank you for Rachel.

Lord ...

You see them,

and you love them.

You hear them,

and you know their secrets,

and you love them.

You understand them,

and you know the pain in their hearts,

and you love them.

You know them.

You created them.

You love them.

Thank you Lord.