Tim Choong

Lord, I am not the boss of this family, even though I behave like it sometimes. You are the boss. You are the final and

Lord, forgive me for creating idols in my life—things or people I revere or value more than You. Whether it is caring more about raising

Lord, I confess I sometimes lash out with words and actions that I regret later. Forgive me for my lack of self-control and teach me

Lord, teach me to control my temper and master my fears as I parent my children. I am full of anxiety and despair right now,

Lord, just as David prayed for Solomon in 1 Chronicles 29:8–10, I commit my child’s future to You. You knit her together in her mother’s

Lord, I surrender all of my worries about my child to you, knowing that I cannot add a single hour to my life by worrying.

Lord, forgive me for becoming impatient with my child. I confess that at the heart of my impatience lies my sinful nature. You give us

Lord, thank You for the amazing truth that it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me (Galatians 2:20). Enable me

Lord, it is easy to compare my child with others, and end up feeling resentful or envious. It is easy to fall into a performance-focused

Lord, I often love only when it’s convenient or when I feel up to it. My heart shrinks when I get stressed or tired, when