Every morning when I awake, I pray for the blessing of life and the ability to continue on in my purpose. I pray that those that were not fortunate enough to see another day and hope for a blessed journey on their way to see the Lord. I ask for wisdom over my finances, my children, to be a better wife, to be a better mother, and wisdom in the Word. I pray for traveling mercy for myself and my family. I thank God for the blessings He has given us and for those we are about to receive. I pray for the sick, the poor, the hungry, the hurt, the persecuted, the homeless, the lost, and the children. I pray for patience, compassion, and understanding. After all of the prayers, I ask “Who is praying for me.” MOTHERS need prayer too. We get weak at times. We struggle through the day. We carry the burdens of many and never complain. He hustle for our family. We care for others even when we feel under appreciated. When we are on our knees, it doesn’t always mean we are praying. We are tired, worn down, and in need of rest. Don’t just lift us up. Be that shoulder for us to lean on. Every runner in a marathon needs a drink to quench their thirst. The only difference between a marathon runner and a mother, is that a mother’s race has no finish line. While others see the finish as a completion to their race and victory, I see it as another opportunity to make a positive impact in someone’s life. I see it as another opportunity from God to witness to a lost soul. This mother is a prayer warrior ready to battle for her children, her family, and the world.