I think of you.
As I stay up late cleaning the kitchen, changing loads of clothes through the washer and dryer, picking up toys… I think of you.
As I wake up before dawn and pull out my laptop, getting in a few hours of work before my funny and loud toddler wakes… I think of you.
As I go over the budget and remember to pay bills and run after the trash guys because I forgot again to put the can out… I think of you.
As I sit with my kids at the restaurant and fight the uncomfortable of seemingly being the only family there without a dad… I think of you.
As I pray desperately for my children, for their safety, for their hearts, for healing, for peace… I think of you.
When I lay down at night and listen to the quiet and am alone with my thoughts… I think of you.
As I do this alone, day after day… I think of you.
I think of you, because I know you are walking this ‘hard’ too.
Dear mama, I might not know you, but I feel your heart cry and I think of you often. I think of you when I am living the life I never dreamed I would, and my soul cries out for the ‘hard’ I am in, knowing the ‘hard’ you are living too.
So I pray. I pray for you.
I pray for renewed strength. I pray for peace in your home and in your heart. I pray for your children. I pray for justice. I pray for finances to stretch. I pray for community. I pray for rest. I pray for joy. I pray that you will not be alone.
I pray God will provide what you need, when you need it, and in abundance. I pray for God’s glory and beauty to shine through you. I pray that you find your hope in Him.
I think of you, and I pray for you often. And I have faith that God will answer these prayers, for the both of us.
You are amazing. You didn’t choose this, you didn’t want this, this wasn’t part of God’s design, and yet how strong you are.
You love fiercely, you sacrifice so much, you smile though your heart breaks. You keep going, and you do it with grace.
Know that you are being prayed for.
Know that God sees you, He hears your cry, and He loves you more than we can possibly begin to comprehend. Know that we are in this together.
Know that we may not be able to help each other in tangible ways, but we can pray for each other, and that is a lot and enough. Gentle hugs, sweet mama, and may God wrap His arms around you this day and everyday.
*** Will you join me? Will you commit to praying for single moms and their families? Will you say with me, “I think of you, and I pray for you”? Thank you, friends.
From our whole family, to yours…