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The Unceasing Breath: Prayer for the Woman Who Has No Time to Pray
- Kimberly Sutton
- 2 days ago
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Updated: 20 hours ago
By Kimberly Sutton,
Between the heavy demands of aging parents, the unpredictable needs of adult children, and the 'lion’s den' of a toxic workplace, the 'sandwich generation' woman is often left gasping for air. As a pastor's wife who has lived in the trenches of family health crises, job and church drama, I’ve realized that peace isn't found in a quiet closet, but in the 'breath prayers' we whisper in elevators and in the shower stall. This article is a field guide for the woman who feels pressed on every side, offering a humorous and scriptural roadmap to reclaiming your sanity - one inhale at a time.
You’re sitting at your office desk, waiting for payday to pay a stack of unpaid bills, while your adult daughter stops by for some motherly advice, and your phone buzzes with a text from your mother that her oxygen levels are dipping and she needs you to come by after work. You feel less like the "virtuous woman" of Proverbs 31 and more like a human panini—pressed between the heavy weights of two generations, with the heat of a toxic workplace turned up to high.
I know that heat. As a former pastor’s wife, I used to think my "office" was a sanctuary. Then I realized that sometimes the "sheep" bite, and the office can feel like a lion’s den. Between caring for my mother with COVID-damaged lungs, navigating an office full of difficult personalities, and trying to life-coach adult children who are learning how to adult, I found myself gasping for air. But here is the secret I found in the trenches: You don’t need a prayer closet when your whole life is a battlefield. You just need to learn how to breathe.
The Guerrilla Warfare of Prayer
When you are in the "sandwich generation," your prayer life cannot be a thirty-minute serene session with a leather-bound journal and worship music playing in the background. It has to be guerrilla warfare. I learned to pray with my eyes wide open, head on the pillow, whispering,
"Help me today, Lord. Just... help." I prayed in the shower, the steam carrying my pleas for patience. I prayed in the car, rebuking the spirit of chaos, while navigating traffic and having the sunrise shine right into my eyes. I even prayed in the office bathroom stall—the only "inner chamber" available—asking for the wisdom of Solomon and the restraint of a saint. After work, I prayed again as I rushed to take care of Mom's needs, groceries, or laundry, or both, before going to my own home to care for my family's needs.
If you are where I was, here is how we survive. We use Breath Prayers. These are short, scriptural lifelines you can inhale and exhale without anyone even knowing you’re in a spiritual dogfight.
Surviving the "Office Lions" and "Church Sheep"
We’ve all dealt with that one coworker—the "Reply-All" King or Queen who tries to throw you under the bus. Or the "Helpful" church member who has a "prophetic word" that’s actually just a complaint about that one child in the nursery.
When the toxic fumes rise, try this:
The Inhale: “The Lord will fight for me...” (Exodus 14:14)
The Exhale: “...I will be still.”
It’s a way of rebuking the spirit of chaos before you hit "send" on an email you’ll have to confess on Sunday. It’s asking God to set a guard over your mouth (Psalm 141:3) when you’d rather give someone a piece of your mind that you truly can’t afford to lose.
Coaching the Kids and Caring for the Parents
Then there is the "sandwich" squeeze. Your adult children call with a crisis about a car payment just as you’re walking into your mother’s apartment to check her oxygen. You are being pulled in two directions, and your heart is breaking for both.
In the car, between the office and mom's house, pray this:
The Inhale: “Even to your old age...”
The Exhale: “...You will carry us.” (Isaiah 46:4)
Remind yourself that He is the one sustaining your mother’s health and your children’s futures. You are the steward, not the Savior. When I started "outsourcing" the outcome to Him, the physical weight in my chest began to lift.
Rebuking the Attack
The enemy loves the sandwich generation because we are tired. And when we are tired, we are vulnerable to the lies that we aren't enough—not a good enough daughter, wife, or mother.
When those attacks come, use 2 Corinthians 12:9: "His grace is sufficient." If you’re a mess, that’s fine; that’s where His power is made perfect. You don't need to be "together"; you just need to be His.
Your Survival Command
Sister, you aren’t just "surviving life"—you are fulfilling the command to "pray without ceasing" (1 Thessalonians 5:17). You do it not because you've mastered some impossible level of spiritual perfection, but because you’re a woman who knows she can’t take another step without a Divine Hand to hold. Your "unceasing" prayer isn't a religious performance or a checked box on a to-do list; it’s your oxygen line.Take a deep breath right now. That’s your first prayer of the minute. You aren’t alone in that kitchen, that hospital room, or that office. He’s already there, standing in the middle of your chaos, waiting for your next, "Help me, Lord." You’ve got this, because He’s got you.
Join the Journey
If you’re navigating the "sandwich squeeze" and need a regular reminder that you don't have to walk this path alone, I’d love to walk with you.
Visit www.justcallmepearl.com to sign up for my free newsletter. You’ll receive weekly encouragement, more practical "breath prayers," and a community of women who understand that life is messy, but God is faithful. Let’s trade the overwhelm for His peace together.
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