Teens and cars: one of the biggest things that Moms worry about. Even those teens who have been driving a year or two still give us Moms pause. We know the adolescent brain doesn’t measure potentially dangerous situations the way we do. My following poem, A MOM’S PRAYERS, still brings a shiver to my spine as I contemplate the story this Mom relates.
A Mom’s Prayers
My heart skipped a beat.
My son was on the phone.
A tiny quiver in his voice
Told me something had gone wrong.
Before I asked what happened,
He said, “Mom, I want to know . . .
Were you praying for me
Just a little while ago?”
He was driving along
An unfamiliar road;
And in the dark he missed a curve,
His car, out of control.
Down a slope, it flipped over;
But he did not crawl out alone,
For while I was praying for him
God sent help down from His throne!
I’m praying for you
Still now as back then,
Beseeching for you–
A Mom’s prayers never end–
Imploring for you,
Though now you are grown,
Yes, praying for you
As you have sons of your own.
By Connie Carlisle Polley, 2018
2 thoughts on “A Mom’s Prayers”
I know this boy as a man. He survived that crash due to his mother’s faithful prayers to become my amazing husband, best friend, and father to our three boys. When we first met he told me this story, and I am grateful to our Lord and “our” mother for keeping this boy safe. I never want to know what my life would look like without this man and his mom. Thank you for your faithfulness.