“A prayer for the weary mother…”
Mary Mba (Ph.D)
Divine Creator,
I come to You not as a perfect parent, but as a weary soul.
You saw every tear I cried in secret.
You walked with me through hospital rooms, courtrooms, classrooms, and grocery aisles where I counted pennies.
You saw the strength I didn’t even know I had.
And You see the pain I carry now.
I release the guilt.
I release the shame.
I release the need to be understood by those not yet ready to see.
Restore my joy.
Send peace into the hollow places.
Send healing into my memories.
Let those I have lost find their way back—not just to me, but to truth, to clarity, to gratitude.
Let me live. Let me rest. Let me rise again—not as a fixer, but as a whole woman walking toward light.
Amen.