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God who parents us all, I bring my children to You this morning. The weight of their formation feels heavy— knowing I'll get some of it wrong, knowing they're watching even when I think they're not.
Creator God, this tiny life is a miracle— fearfully and wonderfully made, knit together by Your hands. We're overwhelmed with love, terrified by responsibility, amazed by the trust You've placed in u
Loving Father, my child has wandered far from You, and my heart is breaking. I've prayed, I've pleaded, I've pursued— and still they choose a path that leads away. Teach me to love without enabling,
Martin Okafor had been building a cedar hope chest for his daughter Amara's sixteenth birthday — and he'd finally agreed to let her help sand...