Litany for a Mother with Intrusive Thoughts

Litany for a Mother with Intrusive Thoughts

O Infinite Father, you hold together all things by your word.
You are creator of all the living and uphold them in your hand.
By your very breath you sustain;
You carry humanity.

It is a holy and heavy task you have granted me—
to care for and raise your littlest and most vulnerable ones, 
my children.
My heart is burdened and my mind overwhelmed. 

When I look at the world I find no peace.
There is war and famine and disease
Dangers and accidents
Hundreds upon thousands upon millions
of potentials to harm to my children.
Each lurking in the shadows like a lion
waiting to pounce and devour.
My thoughts are reeling 
in an attempt 
to anticipate 
and avert 

When I look at myself I find only despair.
I know the darkness within that seeks to consume.
I look to my own strength to hold my children’s lives
to attend to their every need 
to bear their every burden
I see the weakness of my own mind, heart, and body.
My soul cannot carry what is asked of me and what is needed by them.

When I look at them I see such neediness.
They are fully dependent the moment they come into this world.
Without a mother to nourish or nurture
Without a mother to carry and hold
Without a mother to rest upon and find comfort in
My spirit cannot bear this weight.

But o my gracious Father, let me look to you!

Let me, your very child, rest in you as my Father just as my children rest in me
Let me find my nourishment from the wisdom of your words
Let me find comfort in your bosom where you hold me
Let me know dependence on you, the sustainer of my life and my children’s lives—
the burden of life is never mine to bear.

My worry and the ache of my heart
My anxious thoughts and failing body
My pains and grasping
will never add even a single day to my child’s life—
their life has always been fully in your gentle hand.

The world and its horrors are ever present
but never mine to carry and deliver.
May I trust that you work to bring about every goodness
in the world
in my life
in my children’s lives.

As I look at you, my Father, will you train my mind
to find its peace in you
to find its strength in you
to find its hope in you.

First published in Calla Press’ printed spring journal.

Copyright © 2024 Christina Snyder.

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Christina Snyder lives in Nampa, Idaho with her husband and two young sons. She spends her days caring for them and filling in the little pockets of time with writing. Knowing our mundane and ordinary moments steady and ground us she loves exploring in her writing how the Lord meets and sustains us there, particularly in motherhood. When time allows she enjoys skiing, camping, and family bike rides to the park. More of her work can be found at and on Substack (

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