Help Me, God, I'm a Parent
Honest Prayers for Hectic Days and Endless Nights
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Trade your fear and anxiety about your children for peace, calm, and confidence in the God who loves and guides you as you parent.
Bestselling author and mom blogger Bunmi Laditan vulnerably shares the prayers she's prayed for her children as inspiration for your own prayer life. Refreshingly relatable, bravely honest, and deeply heartwarming, Help Me, God, I'm a Parent meets you right where you're at and gives voice to the thoughts everyone--even you--has about parenthood that they are afraid to say out loud.
In the way only she can, Bunmi echoes the same fears, joys, delights, loneliness, regrets, and love you have in your heart through prayers that . . .
Bask in the awe and wonder of parentingSavor joyous moments and big accomplishmentsMake you laugh when you need it mostRejoice in the love you have for your children and the love God has for youAlleviate worry and anxiety about your children and their futuresBestow peace and calm in those I'm-at-the-end-of-my-rope momentsSeek wisdom when the advice of the world fails youOffer humble thanks to a good God for the blessings we see and those we don't
No prayer is more powerful than the one prayed by a parent for their child. Experience today how prayer can change not only your own life but the lives of your children.
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Humorist Laditan (Dear Mother) delivers an uninspiring collection of prayers about parenthood contextualized with personal anecdotes about her faith, which mixes Christianity and Judaism. She recounts how, after her divorce, she dealt with the stress of parenting by binge-watching TV and drinking wine until she hit rock bottom and tried praying, which became her "lifeline." Sharing some of her prayers, the author captures the polarities of parenthood, including the fine line between love and exasperation: "My weary heart explodes with love at their sleeping faces. My eyes flash with anger when they willingly disobey." Laditan's prayers for protection evoke the tension of wanting to raise an independent child while wishing to keep them close to the nest, exemplified in the prayer asking God to "help me to let go/ a little bit/ so their wings can stretch." There are some touching moments ("Everyone talks about the first word and first step, but no one talks about the first time we have to let go"), but the pedestrian prose and clichéd similes ("I run around/ like a chicken with no head") do this no favors. There's not much to see here.
