Nothing throws you, God.  Nothing.  So when we are thrown?  Pray Father, that we find ourselves landed in Your lap still holding our questions.

Grab hold of our attention span and cause us to notice with Your heart.

I’m asking you to remove the spirit of heaviness, the garment of mourning, and replace it with a new skin of joy.

Give us a godly restlessness that keep asking for more of You.

Rescue the strays.  You know who they are.  Flatten the enemy of their soul instantly.

May our faith not be paralyzed during the hard things and give us the gift of coming to the end of ourselves.

Make us be living examples of what we ask You for.

In the name of Jesus who You chose to make me chosen….

Amen

(Moms in Prayer thoughts, coming fast and furious as I listened.)