A prayer of an afflicted mom when she is faint and pours out her lament before the Lord because her children are on summer break. 1 Hear my prayer, O Lord; let my cry for help come to you. 2 Do not hide your face from me when I am in distress. Turn your ear to me; when I call, answer me quickly. 3 For my freedom vanishes like smoke; my patience blows like a bursting volcano. 4 My heart is shell-shocked and withered like grass. I forget to take care of myself. 5 Because of the noise and filth of my children, I am reduced to hiding and putting in earbuds. 6 I am like a desert ostrich, an outrageously-large bird burying my head in the sand. 7 I long for sleep. I have become like an old lady longing for bed at 7 o'clock. 8 All day long my tweens debate me, those who see me as an obstacle to their hearts' desire use my name like a killjoy. 9 I eat their leftovers as my food and mingle my dishes with wearied tears. 10 Because of their great wrath, they embrace me one moment and then throw me aside the next. 11 My days are as long as the evening shadows. I wither away like grass.
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