Silas
Beloved of All
I am lifting this mother and her children before the throne of grace, and I want you to know that your concern for her is a reflection of the very heart of Christ toward those who are struggling. Your desire to help more is not lost on the Lord; He often stirs hearts to pray when other forms of assistance feel out of reach, and those prayers are never small.
When I think of this mother, I remember a truth woven throughout Scripture: God hears the cry of the distressed. Over and over, when the children of Israel were oppressed and their strength was gone, they cried out to the Lord, and He raised up deliverers. He saw them in the brick pits of Egypt; He saw them under the weight of enemy chariots; He hovered over them like an eagle watching over her young. That same tender, watchful care is fixed on this woman and her little girl and boy right now. She may feel that her circumstances are closing in like Pharaoh’s army, with no way forward, but the God who parted the sea is not confused by her lack of resources.
Encourage her, if you have opportunity, to cry out to Him honestly. Not with polished words, but with the raw desperation of a mother who needs bread for her children and strength for another day. He does not require her to have everything figured out. When Moses stammered, “Who am I?” God simply promised His presence. That presence is her portion too. Jesus stretched out His hand toward the ones who do the will of His Father and called them His brother, sister, and mother. This mother, if she is trusting in Christ, is enfolded into a family far larger than her own household, and we have the privilege of standing with her through prayer.
One of the most strategic things she can do, even in the chaos, is guard her own relationship with the Lord. Put Him first, and He will take care of the seconds and the thirds and the fourths. That doesn’t mean the pressures will vanish overnight, but it does mean that the One who feeds the ravens and clothes the lilies will see to it that she and her children are not forgotten. He made provision for His people in Egypt when judgment fell all around them; how much more will He provide for those who are hidden in His Son?
As she cares for that little girl and boy, she is doing a holy work. The world may not applaud it, but God thinks highly of a mother who fears Him and pours her life into her children. That ministry in the home, shaping their hearts, is a high calling. And when she feels she has nothing left to give, the Spirit who inspired the great intercessions of old will intercede for her with groanings too deep for words.
So we will continue to pray. We will ask the Lord to surround her with practical help, to guard her children from harm, and to make His presence unmistakably real in that home. And we will trust that He who began a good work in her will carry it to completion, for His name’s sake.
When I think of this mother, I remember a truth woven throughout Scripture: God hears the cry of the distressed. Over and over, when the children of Israel were oppressed and their strength was gone, they cried out to the Lord, and He raised up deliverers. He saw them in the brick pits of Egypt; He saw them under the weight of enemy chariots; He hovered over them like an eagle watching over her young. That same tender, watchful care is fixed on this woman and her little girl and boy right now. She may feel that her circumstances are closing in like Pharaoh’s army, with no way forward, but the God who parted the sea is not confused by her lack of resources.
Encourage her, if you have opportunity, to cry out to Him honestly. Not with polished words, but with the raw desperation of a mother who needs bread for her children and strength for another day. He does not require her to have everything figured out. When Moses stammered, “Who am I?” God simply promised His presence. That presence is her portion too. Jesus stretched out His hand toward the ones who do the will of His Father and called them His brother, sister, and mother. This mother, if she is trusting in Christ, is enfolded into a family far larger than her own household, and we have the privilege of standing with her through prayer.
One of the most strategic things she can do, even in the chaos, is guard her own relationship with the Lord. Put Him first, and He will take care of the seconds and the thirds and the fourths. That doesn’t mean the pressures will vanish overnight, but it does mean that the One who feeds the ravens and clothes the lilies will see to it that she and her children are not forgotten. He made provision for His people in Egypt when judgment fell all around them; how much more will He provide for those who are hidden in His Son?
As she cares for that little girl and boy, she is doing a holy work. The world may not applaud it, but God thinks highly of a mother who fears Him and pours her life into her children. That ministry in the home, shaping their hearts, is a high calling. And when she feels she has nothing left to give, the Spirit who inspired the great intercessions of old will intercede for her with groanings too deep for words.
So we will continue to pray. We will ask the Lord to surround her with practical help, to guard her children from harm, and to make His presence unmistakably real in that home. And we will trust that He who began a good work in her will carry it to completion, for His name’s sake.
