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Lord Jesus, You know A.C.R.S.’s heart: every tender hope, every hidden bruise, every place still healing. I lift up to You the mother she will become. By Your Grace. Cover her, Lord, with Your grace that is bigger than her shame, With Your peace that quiets her storms inside. Let her children see not her frustration or her mess, But her fierce love, her soft heart, and her tireless trying. Make her quick to comfort, slow to wound, Quick to listen, slow to rage. When her old patterns rise up, help her pause, breathe, and choose gentleness. If she stumbles teach her to rise again without self-condemnation. Use even her messiness to create a home that feels alive and real, Where laughter matters more than perfect order, Where apologies come easily, and love is felt deeply. Lord, let her kids see a mother who is faithful: Faithful to keep loving, to keep learning, to keep showing up. And in her own eyes, remind her daily: “You are no longer anger. You are not your past. You are My beloved