Tonight’s post is going to be a little different. I usually start by sharing how my day went, but after Bible study, something heavy was placed on my heart. I felt called to write a prayer for one of my sons. I won’t go into details, but this is for him.
A Mother’s Prayer for Her Son
Heavenly Father,
Tonight I come to You with a heart that feels both heavy and hopeful. I lift up my son to You, Lord the one who is fighting battles I cannot fight for him. You know his pain, his struggles, his fears, and the storm of addiction that has tried to steal his joy and his life. You see what I cannot see, and You hold what I cannot hold.
Father, I pray that You reach him wherever he is right now. Wrap him in Your mercy. Remind him that he is not alone that no matter how far he’s fallen, Your love has never left him. Let him feel Your presence in the quiet moments when he thinks no one cares. Let him hear Your whisper that says, My child, I am here.
Lord, addiction is a powerful enemy, but You are more powerful still. I pray You break every chain that binds him. Replace the craving with calm, the chaos with clarity, and the lies with Your truth. Open his heart to see that real peace doesn’t come from escape it comes from surrendering to You.
God, I ask You to give him strength to fight for his life, courage to reach out for help, and faith to believe that healing is possible. Guide him to the right people, the right places, and the right path. Let him know deep in his soul that he is loved by You, and by me, his mother, who has never stopped praying for him.
There isn’t a night that goes by that I don’t pray for his healing. It’s my saddest prayer, but also the one filled with the most hope. I pray that someday soon, I’ll see the light in his eyes again real, pure happiness that comes from being whole and free in You.
Thank You, Lord, for hearing me. Even when I don’t have the words, You know my heart. Please, Father, hold my son close tonight and every night to come.
Amen.
Otherwise, today was okay. I’m still dealing with this flare doctors tomorrow , but doing my best to push through and take care of what needs to be done. My granddaughter got to see her aunt and papa, and she was so happy until bedtime came. She cried because she misses them so much. All I could do when I walked in the door after Bible study was hug her tight and remind her that everything will be okay, and that she is loved so very deeply.
Sometimes, being in the Word every day makes these moments hit even harder. I feel so emotional about the things of this world about how divided we’ve become when it doesn’t have to be that way. We could choose unity, forgiveness, and kindness. Instead, too often we choose anger, pride, and pain.
My heart feels full tonight, even with the ache it carries. I just needed to write this prayer, to release it into God’s hands where it belongs. Whether my son ever reads it or not, that’s not for me to decide. I just know that love never gives up and neither will I.
Goodnight, and may God bring peace to every hurting heart tonight. 💔🙏