Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Precious Words

Such a fourth child!  Collin fell asleep on the floor in the living room.

There are many a days when my boys exacerbate me.  The days when they fill the hours with shenanigans and naughtiness of all sorts.  But then they have moments, precious moments, when all their challenges seem insignificant.

Tonight I had one of those precious moments.

After I prayed the last bedtime prayer and tucked the last boy into bed, I collapsed onto my own bed hoping to take a few moments to unwind.  Within minutes, I heard a knock on my door and watched Cooper tiptoe into the room.  My face dropped.  I imagined he was going to fight me on bedtime by concocting another excuse to avoid slumber.

Instead, he said, "Mom, who prays for you at night?"

I smiled.

Before I had time to answer, he continued, "I'll pray for you."

He cupped his little hands together and motioned for me to do the same.  Then he closed his eyes and whispered perhaps the sweetest prayer I've ever heard.

He said, "Dear God, please help my mommy not to have any bad dreams.  Help her to be loving and kind tomorrow.  Amen."

I was speechless, blown away by the precious words that escaped from the mouth of a babe.  

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