I’ve been praying differently.

I usually pray for my daughter, that her heart continues to soften and she gives over anything that’s troubling her soul over to God.

I pray this often for the sake of our relationship.

But then God helped me realize, why am I not praying for me?

I want that for her, sure. Absolutely.

But seeing that I can’t control her behavior, only mine, and also knowing I’m no innocent in our mother/teenage daughter relationship, maybe I should be praying for my own heart.

For ears to listen, a heart that loves even when hurt. A gentle patience that never falters.

Like my Father has for me.