A Mother’s Prayer for Her Daughters (in Separation)

God,

I come to You tonight with a broken heart—

not angry, but aching.

Not bitter, but buried in sorrow.

You see the pain I carry, the ache that words can’t reach.

You know the love I have for my girls—

deep, unshakable, endless.

I miss them, Lord.

I miss their laughter, their presence, their questions,

even the ordinary moments we used to share.

And now there is silence where there should be connection.

Distance where there should be closeness.

I don’t know why this has happened,

I don’t know what’s been said, or not said.

I only know that I’ve been cut out of a part of life

that I was never meant to be removed from.

So I bring You all of it:

The grief, the longing, the confusion.

The fear of being forgotten.

The hope of being remembered.

Protect them, God.

Wherever they are tonight, cover them with Your love.

Let no lie root too deeply in their hearts.

Let no wound go untouched by Your healing.

And if they think of me—

let it be with a softness only You can place there.

And protect my heart too.

Don’t let sorrow turn me hard.

Don’t let silence convince me I’m unworthy.

Don’t let absence convince me I’m unloved.

Hold me, God, in this waiting place.

Give me the strength to endure,

the grace to trust You with what I cannot see,

and the courage to keep loving, even in the dark.

You are the God who restores.

And I will hold on to that.

Amen.