The Power of a Mother’s Love and Prayer!
Yes, indeed — mothers are ideal women: ones who are God-fearing, strong in faith without wavering, dignified, and caring.
When we reflect on Mother’s Day, there’s a verse in the Bible that highlights the value of a mother who provides wisdom, encouragement, and love to her family:
“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.”
That’s biblical. Now let’s come to reality and understand what a mother is and who a mother is.
Mother, Mummy, Amma — it’s an awesome word. When we are in pain, we always cry out, “Amma” or “Mummy.” This word Mummy has power, dear mothers.
Yes indeed, we have to inspire our children every day and encourage them all the time.
Our faith is not measured by our ability to endure, but by our courage to rise every time we fall — knowing fully well that our Father in heaven will give us His unlimited grace.
Behind every faithful, praying mother is a history of resilience.
Every time a mother prays, something happens to her children.
A mother who prays stands tall in God’s eyes, even when the world tries to shrink her faith.
I’ve read somewhere: “No storm is stronger than a mother determined to raise her children in the fear of God.”
I was reading an article about mothers’ achievements. These mothers are masterpieces in progress. They are doing a great job for the world and for themselves. Great honour!
They used the intelligence and the opportunities they had — and they succeeded. Wonderful!
But one thing is very important, dear mothers:
If we bring up our children in the fear of God, there’s no greater achievement in the world. Nothing is greater than that, I believe.
The Bible says: “If you gain the whole world and lose your soul and your children’s souls, for eternity, what does it matter?”
Now let’s give our time to our children. Present-generation children need you and me, dear mothers.
Let’s put away our mobiles and our technology. Spend time with our children.
Please never tell your children, “I’m busy now, don’t disturb me.”
Because that can lead your children away from you. They might never come to you again. They’ll find something else and someone else to share with and find love from.
When I write these things, my heart aches, dear mothers.
Many children have gone astray because they don’t find love at home. Mother is always busy with her mobile.
I’ve read in one book — it says a mother’s touch does miracles. A hug and a touch of a mother do wonders. The same book says:
A mother should touch her children fourteen times a day.
I feel sad to write this down — how many times do we touch our mobiles? More than fourteen times!
One pastor said in his message: “God’s word says, ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you.’ But today, the so-called mobile says, ‘I will never leave your hand nor forsake you.’”
Let’s make an effort, dear mothers — less of the world, more of God.
Then we can spend time with our children. That’s fun and joy!
I’ve enjoyed my children — their talking and their funny jokes when they were small. Even now, I recollect some of them and laugh.
Very soon, children grow and leave home — for study, job, marriage, etc. We’ll miss them.
So, dear mothers, make use of their lovely talks while they are still with us.
Let me conclude with a story.
There was a young boy named Vijay who was seated on the winners’ bench on Sports Day.
Next to him was the guest speaker. The guest speaker asked his name and what sport he had won.
This boy told his name and said, “I won in breaking the pot.”
The guest speaker was very surprised and asked him to narrate the game and how he won.
He started:
“First, they blindfolded me and spun me around. Then they told me to go. I didn’t know which way to go or where I was standing.
Some said, ‘Go right.’ Some said, ‘Left.’ Some said, ‘Straight.’ All were shouting. On top of that, the scorer blew the whistle.
I started moving with all the uproars and noises, with the big long stick in my hand, confused where and what to do.
Amidst all the voices, I heard one soft voice: ‘Son, stand still, look straight, don’t hit now, I’ll tell you when.’
I shut down all the other voices. I tuned my ears to that small voice. That was my mother’s voice.
Then my mother said, ‘Now hit.’ That’s it. I raised my stick and hit the pot. It broke.
That’s how I won, madam — because of my mother’s voice. I can trust my mother.”
The guest speaker was deeply moved upon hearing Vijay’s story about his mother’s voice. She was so touched that she made it the central theme of her speech that day to the entire school. Let us, as mothers, be that soft, guiding voice for our children—calling them to turn away from evil and walk in the fear of God. To do this, we must spend time with our Lord Jesus Christ, seeking His guidance and strength, and praying for our children.”
May God bless each one of you & know you are loved, chosen, precious & honored by the one who created you & called you to be a mother!
Sending my love & prayers
Rani Dhanraj
Spoken to and encouraged!
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