I happened to notice that the sixty-third Psalm is especially appropriate for Mom's life right now. If you want to know how to pray for her, you can pray this Psalm.
I printed out a Psalter version of it for her this morning. (First I tried to modernize the English of the Scottish Psalter, which sticks more precisely to the text of Scripture. But it wasn't going well, so I pulled up this modern but slightly paraphrased version.)
1 O LORD, my God, most earnestly
I seek your holy face,
within your house again to see
the glories of your grace.
Apart from you I long and thirst,
and naught can satisfy;
I wander in a desert land
where all the streams are dry.
2 The loving-kindness of my God
is more than life to me,
so I will praise you all my days
and pray continually.
In you my soul is satisfied,
my darkness turns to light,
and joyful meditations fill
the watches of the night.
3 Beneath the shadow of your wings
I sing my joy and praise.
Your right hand is my strong support
through troubled nights and days.
All those who seek my life will fall;
my life is in your hand.
God's king and people will rejoice;
in victory they will stand.
Suggested tune: O Beautiful for Spacious Skies