I saved this a few years back. It was a poem my Mom received from my Grandma years back and she has retained it in her keepsake box. How many of us can relate? Thanks to my Mom for sharing it with me.
A Mother's Prayer
Help me be a better worrier, God. I know it’s human to worry, it’s natural, it’s a by-product of caring and it can be useful, too. If I didn’t worry about my husband’s health, he might never go to the doctor. If I didn’t worry about our son’s grades, he’d probably never do enough work to pass. And if I didn’t worry about how the house looks, it would never get out of the mess it’s so often in.
Thank you for these worries, God, and the will to do something about them. But guard me against wasteful worrying. Help me avoid futile mental wrestlings with things that can’t be helped – mistakes of the past, irreversible decisions, afflictions over which we are powerless. No, no, let me waste no worries on these. If I must worry, let it be for some good reason – my own reactions, how I will cope with what is.
Don’t let me worry at night, Lord, when my body and mind need rest. Help me to herd all my worries into the daylight hours and to turn them over to you before I go to bed. Let me do this in complete trust, knowing I’ll be claimed by sleep – that precious sleep you gave us, not to be squandered in fruitless thought, but to replenish and strengthen us for all we must face by day.
Remind me, Lord, to follow my worries with action. No worry is worth the trouble if it doesn’t spur me on to do something about the problem – to tackle it, challenge it, change it, or forget it. Help me to write that letter, make that phone call, have that confrontation, develop a plan to resolve whatever is troubling me.
Keep me from the habit of constant worry. I realize that too much worry bespeaks a lack of faith, but I think you gave us worry as a safeguard, God, - a form of mental preparation of coming to grips with things. When I must worry, then help me put my worries to work, use them to some good purpose. Please make me a better worrier, God.
A Mother's Prayer
Help me be a better worrier, God. I know it’s human to worry, it’s natural, it’s a by-product of caring and it can be useful, too. If I didn’t worry about my husband’s health, he might never go to the doctor. If I didn’t worry about our son’s grades, he’d probably never do enough work to pass. And if I didn’t worry about how the house looks, it would never get out of the mess it’s so often in.
Thank you for these worries, God, and the will to do something about them. But guard me against wasteful worrying. Help me avoid futile mental wrestlings with things that can’t be helped – mistakes of the past, irreversible decisions, afflictions over which we are powerless. No, no, let me waste no worries on these. If I must worry, let it be for some good reason – my own reactions, how I will cope with what is.
Don’t let me worry at night, Lord, when my body and mind need rest. Help me to herd all my worries into the daylight hours and to turn them over to you before I go to bed. Let me do this in complete trust, knowing I’ll be claimed by sleep – that precious sleep you gave us, not to be squandered in fruitless thought, but to replenish and strengthen us for all we must face by day.
Remind me, Lord, to follow my worries with action. No worry is worth the trouble if it doesn’t spur me on to do something about the problem – to tackle it, challenge it, change it, or forget it. Help me to write that letter, make that phone call, have that confrontation, develop a plan to resolve whatever is troubling me.
Keep me from the habit of constant worry. I realize that too much worry bespeaks a lack of faith, but I think you gave us worry as a safeguard, God, - a form of mental preparation of coming to grips with things. When I must worry, then help me put my worries to work, use them to some good purpose. Please make me a better worrier, God.