In the Quiet: A Mother’s Cry from Isaiah

It’s still and quiet this Sunday morning. The kind of quiet that only happens before the rest of the house stirs. The sun is barely up, and the coffee is warm in my hands. I sit with Isaiah open on my lap and a heavy ache in my heart.

This time before the noise of the day begins is precious to me. It’s where I meet the Lord with the raw places of my soul. This morning, I bring Him a mother’s sorrow. A mother’s pleading.

I am burdened for my children.

Not because they are lost in some dramatic way, but because I know how much they need Christ. And I know how often I failed to point them to Him.

When I look back, I see too many moments where I chose the comfort of the world instead of walking closely with God. I see my shallow faith, my distracted heart, and my silence when I should have spoken about Jesus. I wonder if I was a guidepost that confused rather than clarified. Or worse, if I gave no direction at all.

Now I sit in this quiet, asking God to do what only He can. I ask Him to redeem. To rescue. To restore.

“Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid.” – Isaiah 12:2

I pray for their redemption. I pray that the people in their lives will be godly and speak truth, gently pointing them toward Christ. I pray against lies. Against shallow faith. Against indifference. I ask the Lord to reach into the places I cannot, and to bring light where I failed to shine it.

Because salvation is found in Christ alone. Not in being a good person. Not in living a decent life. Not in my parenting. Only in Him.

So I come to the Lord this morning empty-handed, but holding tightly to His promises. Isaiah reminds me that God is strong to save. He does not grow weary. He stays close to the brokenhearted and lifts up those who trust Him.

So I will trust. I will keep praying. I will stand in the gap. Even if I missed it before, I believe God can move now. He is not held back by my failures. He is faithful.

And if you’re reading this with a similar ache, please hear me. There is still hope. Not because we have done everything right, but because Jesus is enough.

Let’s keep praying. Let’s keep turning our hearts back to Him. Let’s keep trusting that He hears, and that He answers.

Reflection

There are mornings when the weight of yesterday presses in, and the ache for what we hope God will do feels too heavy to hold alone. But Isaiah reminds us that we don’t have to carry it in fear. We are not alone.

“Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid.”

This isn’t a shallow kind of trust. It’s the kind that clings when everything feels uncertain. The kind that whispers, “Even now, even after all my mistakes… I believe You can still move.”

Maybe you’re like me, praying for your children, your family, or your own heart to be made whole. If so, this is for you. Let this verse remind you that your salvation is not in your effort. It’s in Him. And He is faithful.

He is able.

– Karen