Greater Motherhood

Call a Timeout!

“Mom, what if I fall off the beam in front of everyone?”

“Mom, I need you at my first out-of-state gymnastics meet!”

“Mom, if you don’t go, who’ll make my hair bun? Dad can’t.”


The gymnastics meet was seven hours away. I did the math. It was impossible. Two kids, each with paramount events, and I couldn’t swing her gymnastics meet and her sister’s volleyball tournament and pageant. I didn’t want to disappoint our gymnast, but I was also needed by our high school freshman.

I often feel like I’m the one on a balance beam. I wobble while trying to remember to look forward, keeping my eyes focused on Jesus. My children need me to stay calm through the unsteady moments. Sometimes it’s fear that threatens my balance, other times it’s an overcommitted calendar. Simultaneously, I’m supposed to help build their faith, answer questions, discipline behavior, and navigate hormones.

Can I just call a timeout?

The answer is yes, I can. You can, too.


I needed a timeout. I needed to ask God how to make this upcoming, stressful weekend successful. He met me right where I was, turning His ear to me. Prayer isn’t complicated. I didn’t have to do back handsprings to find the perfect, quiet place. I just needed a moment.

I love David’s prayer in Psalm 17. There is a simple truth tucked within the verse – when we call on God, He answers.

I call on You, my God, for You will answer me; turn Your ear to me and hear my prayer. (Psalm 17:6, NIV)

You see, our praying habit kicks in as we choose to lean on Scripture and claim the promises that our feelings can’t always conjure up. Prayer is the key. As moms, we cannot and should not, face this motherhood calling without daily, fervent prayer.


Every Tuesday morning, I lead a Moms in Prayer group. Like warriors stepping onto a battlefield, we fight for our children. I imagine the enemy’s face defeated as we begin to praise and walk in obedience to the Lord’s command to pray. Satan’s plans are thwarted with each word of life we speak according to our authority in the Lord.

Tuesday, I awoke knowing I would have one-on-one intercessory prayer time with another mom. To win the battles we face as moms, we must be on the battlefield and armed with prayer. Using the four steps, we prayed scriptures over our children. Confidently, we inserted their names into the very promises of God. I spoke the burdens of my heart for my daughter’s upcoming meet.

The what-ifs, possibilities of falling, point deductions, and weak ankle were all fear’s way of rocking my girl’s confidence and robbing her of peaceful sleep. Working as a pair, this mom and I prayed the truth that proclaimed my girl did not need to fear. Inserting my daughter’s name into Isaiah 41:10 (NASB), we prayed aloud,

“Do not fear [my daughter], for I am with you; do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.



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Greater Motherhood

A Mother’s First Response

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”  Philippians 4:6-7 (NIV)

Suddenly, I realized they were gone.

Moments earlier, my daughter and her friend were playing in the woods just beyond our fence. Armed with tall boots and warm gloves, they’re often found building tepees and bridges or playing in the tree house and creek. The adventurous girls usually tromp around our property like they own the place.

After a few minutes of being inside, I came out to check on them both. Standing on the back deck, I couldn’t see or hear them. My husband and I didn’t think they would wander off because they had clear guidelines to stay within our property, and they were old enough to trust. They knew better than to go near our pond or the widened creek.

Do Not Be Anxious

As if we had an organized plan in place, my husband and I set out in different directions, calling their names. I jumped over the creek and began praying aloud to God. I found myself chanting prayers of praise for who He is– the same ones we pray at Moms in Prayer.

“God, You are faithful. You’re omnipresent! You are with my daughter and her friend at this very moment, because You are always present everywhere. You’re their protector! There is nothing that can harm them because You are on guard. God, You already sent angels! You have commanded Your angels to guard them in all their ways.”

Here I was, in the middle of a fear-filled nightmare. But just as we practice every Tuesday morning at Moms in Prayer, my words were praise. I didn’t stop. I didn’t even pause, because the words were ready on my tongue to fight the battle exactly the way I’d prepared.

After searching, my husband and I met back up. We assumed the other had found the girls. But the girls had not been found.

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