A Prayer
Oh, Jesus.
Be present with every mama who is reading more about her child’s cancer type and gasping for air all over again. For the mama who physically sucked in her gut because she feels like someone punched it again. For the mama who can’t cry, because the tragedy is so deep, but the fight is so intense, and her family’s needs so great there isn’t room. She has to breathe and eat and sleep and carry on because she is so desperately needed.
Carry her uncried tears in your bottle and hold her safe in the future when the time comes to fall apart and release.