This prayer is for you, Mumma, as you sit in another specialist’s room, hoping maybe this one will have the answer for your child.
This prayer is for you, Mumma, as you try a new strategy, a new diet, a new treatment plan, in the hope that this will be the one that will succeed.
This prayer is for you, Mumma, as you attempt once more to communicate to the teachers, to the doctors, to the nurses, just what your everyday looks like.
This prayer is for you, Mumma, as you weep silent tears of frustration into your pillow, before another sleepless night filled with never-ending worries.
This prayer is for you, Mumma, as you live a life burdened with questions and receiving no answers.
May you know without a doubt that this is not your fault.
May you stand strong in the knowledge that you know your child.
May you be freed from the guilt of not having the answers.
May you know that your love is enough.
May you be strengthened by peace.
May you be guided by wisdom.
May you be sustained by hope.
2 thoughts on “A prayer for the hurting Mumma”
Beautiful, Jodie. I can see where your next book is going to come from! Xx
Yes, Elaine, but I have to get this one finished first. xx
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