Sometimes as a parent your heart swells with joy, but at other times you labor in love with tears and a busted heart over your children.

Know this, faithful mom—your measure is immeasurable. You bring things to your family that they can’t hire out, buy out, or do without. You may hire someone to clean your house, buy pre-made meals, and most of the toys and comforts your family could do without. Yes, you have duties as a mom that you need to tend to, but the love, listening ear, and wisdom you offer your children are irreplaceable. Your prayers, godly testimony, and the teachings of Jesus Christ that you impart to your children are of eternal significance. But you are a seed sower—it’s God who gives the increase, and harvests take time to grow.

Whether your child is faring well, struggles, or has strayed; whether you just have the occasional hard day or more tough days than not—your work does not go unnoticed. God sees you; He feels your heart and hears your cry. He brings help and strength to the weak and weary in the hard and dry season. Jesus weeps with us, and we can take joy in the shelter of Him. He cares for our children. Remember, He sets out in search of the one lost sheep. It is He who calls the wayward home.

You don’t have to walk this road or wage this war in your own strength. Jesus is the difference maker in our lack as we strive to find footing and guide our children on the right path. We can petition Heaven and storm Hell with our prayers and partner with our Maker, the Good Father, for their needs. God provides and equips for every task He calls us to.

And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. Galatians 6:9 KJV

For the Prodigal’s Mom


Don’t you know Jesus loves your children

Even more than you?

Pound the gates of Heaven, Mama

Pray without ceasing

Know the God of Heaven inclines to your cry

He shares your passion for restoration of the prodigal child

So, go ahead and cry Mama

But make every tear a prayer

An offering of hope and heart

Your prayers are the rain

On the soil of your prodigal’s heart

Your prayers are the rain

On the soil of your prodigal’s heart

Your prayers are the rain

On the soil of your prodigal’s heart…

Those who sow in tears
Shall reap in joy.
He who continually goes forth weeping,
Bearing seed for sowing,
Shall doubtless come again with rejoicing,
Bringing his sheaves with him. Psalms 126: 5-6

So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth; It shall not return to Me void, But it shall accomplish what I please, And it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it. Isaiah 55:11 (NKJV)

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