Things are getting more interesting during bedtime. I’ve been impressed with my little prayers lately.
When it comes to raising girls who love Jesus, I often feel a little inadequate. I hear stories of kids professing faith at early ages or studying concordances in kindergarten. I have just been trying to share this faith and love and lifeblood with my girls little by little. This faith is the core of who I am. I so want my girls to embrace it and thrive in it. In fact, if that is the only thing they learn from being my children, my job is done and I die happy.
So with that hope, its been fun to watch them start to have conversations with God. Prayer has gotten to seem a little routine for me. I’m often tired in the evenings after reading 20 books. I mumble, “what do you want to pray about?” or “who do you want to pray for?” or “what do you want to thank God for tonight?”. The responses were often a little mundane. I have felt like I’m pulling teeth.
The other night, in my tiredness, I kinda “prayed past” my girls. I just prayed blessings on them without asking for their input. They both got a little incensed and started blurting out the prayers they needed to speak. I love that.
Tonight, they both prayed for folks we know. Sara prayed for a friend who fell off a bike. Laura prayed for a Mom who is sick. Spontaneously. Wow. God often floors me in parts of my life I don’t see much happenings.
In the past, we have prayed for movie characters, “Hope Nemo finds his Dad.”, or book characters, “may Llama llama not be afraid.”