Prayer for new mothers

Father, Jesus said in Luke 8 that some seeds had no root. I am afraid my faith looks deep but is actually thin, that nights like last night would show it for what it is.

Quiet that fear. Roots grow in the dark, in the cold, in seasons when nothing seems to be happening. I am in one of those seasons.

You are patient with my slow growth. You send the rain I cannot see. Let me trust that the prayers I barely manage in the rocking chair are reaching down into something real.

Make me content with hidden growth. Do not let me measure my faith by how it looks from the outside. Plant me. Hold me here.

Amen.