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My sweet daughter was in big trouble when she got very

poor math grades.

I, a worried mom, can never do anything but stay behind her.

A great prose reminds me that I can pray for her and me.

 

         

      Build me a daughter, O Lord, who will be strong enough

to know when she is weak, and brave enough to face herself

when she is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending

in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.


 Lead her, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but

under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here

 let her learn to stand up in the storm; here let her learn

compassion for those who fail.


 Build me a daughter whose heart will be clear, whose goal

 will be high; a daughter who will master herself before she

 seeks to master other people; one who will reach into the

future, yet never forget the past.


 And after all these things are her, add, I pray, enough of a

sense of humor, so that she may always be serious, yet never

take her too seriously. Give her humility, so that she may

always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open

 mind of true wisdom, and the meekness of true strength.


 Then I, her mother, will dare to whisper, "I have not lived

 in vain."

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