🌅 A Mother’s Prayer
Stardate 12.19.2025
There’s a woman in the Bible named Monica who has always reminded me of my own mother.
Monica was the mother of a son who lost his way. He chased pleasure, intellect, and independence with reckless abandon. By most accounts, he wandered as far from Heaven as a human heart can roam. And yet—Monica never stopped praying.
She prayed with tears.
She prayed with patience.
She prayed with expectation.
She trusted that God would intervene and bring home the lost sheep.
My mother is much the same—except her flock is larger. She has six sheep of her own, plus a growing pasture of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She reminded me recently, with a mix of humor and gravity, that she’s now the oldest female in her extended family. That carries weight. And wisdom.
Without crossing any lines of confidentiality, I’ll say this plainly:
My life before meeting my wife was filled with errors.
I felt lost. I felt helpless. And I didn’t always know how to ask for help.
But my mother never stopped praying.
She prayed that each of her children would find the right partner—the kind of soulmate who helps you grow, not drift. Looking back now, I tip my hat to the spouses and significant others in the Mulligan clan. They are gifts. Anchors. Quiet miracles.
There’s a fine line between saints and sinners. Often, the difference isn’t perfection—it’s grace. And sometimes, it’s simply a mother’s prayer that refuses to quit.
Monica is now known as Saint Monica.
And the wayward son she never stopped praying for?
He became Saint Augustine.
Thank you, Mom, for never giving up.
May you live long and prosper.
Have a great day.
🖖 Captain’s Addendum
Bones: Jim—sorry—Michael… remind me why mothers always seem to know we’re headed for trouble before we do?
Spock: Doctor, maternal intuition combined with persistence is statistically formidable.
Bones: Translation: you can run, but you can’t hide from a praying mother.
Spock: Precisely. Resistance, in such cases, is illogical.
Michael’s Reflection:
Their banter makes me smile because it’s true. Long before I knew where I was going, my mother was already praying me there. Growth didn’t come all at once—it came one faithful prayer at a time. One percent better, day by day.
📖 Scripture of the Day
“The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.”
— James 5:16
🛂 Mission Log
Entry: Honoring the quiet power of faithful mothers
Status: Grateful
Objective: Encourage hope, extend grace, and trust God’s timing
Thank you for reading and reflecting with me today. May you carry gratitude for the prayers that cover you—and offer one of your own for someone still finding their way.
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