I am a huge believer in the power of prayer. I’ve written a post about this before, but I believe God is not a respecter of denominations when it comes to prayer. He listens to anyone who’s sincere.
We say a family prayer every morning and night. It is usually anything but reverent! My husband said last night’s prayer. Mase and Dax were climbing onto my husband’s back as he prayed. Meanwhile, Dani and Evie kneeled, but were having a battle with a broken piece of hula-hoop and a trash picker upper.
I also have the kids say their own personal prayers at bedtime. Here are a few prayer excerpts from last night.
Dani (age 7):
…Thank you for this day. Bless Mommy, Daddy, Mase, and Dax. And please bless that I won’t be afraid of the girl’s bathroom at school any more…
Evie: Did Dani bless me in her prayer?
Evie (age 5):
…Thank thee for Mom, Dad, Dax, Mase, and Dani. And please bless Dani to be nice…
Mase (age 3):
…Help me be nice. Help me not hit. Help me choose wight. Please bless food. And help me to make mow hats at pweschool...
He’s been praying not to hit for a good three months now. I’m not so sure this is a sincere prayer. That may be why the prayer hasn’t been answered yet!
Dani: I heard creepy music in the girl’s bathroom today. Then someone said, “You’re doomed.” Then, I saw lots of blood.
Me: Lots of blood? Did you tell someone?
Dani: Just my friends.
Me: You didn’t tell a teacher?
Dani: Well, there was just one drop.
Me: I thought there was lots of blood.
Dani: Well, it was a lot of a drop.
|Me with my little prayers.|