Before my son was a year old, our little family faced so many challenges and unknowns that really gave us a good tossing. But deep within my heart, I knew that God would not leave us in that place. (Isaiah 43:2) It was through these years that I found myself laying on my son’s bedroom floor while he slept just praying and crying out to God for answers, wisdom, and healing—and it was there that God re-introduced Himself to me as a good father.

At the heart of this book, there is a deep cry for mothers to rise up and pray for the ones that He loves.