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Here's my heart...
I had just put the kids to bed when pretty soon I heard the thump, thump, thump of little feet upstairs. I peeked my head around the corner and there in her pink footy pajamas was my youngest, quickly trailed by my oldest. The youngest:
Mommy, I'm scared and I just don't know what to do when I'm scared.
Let me just state that I am 99.9% positive that this was a ploy to stay up for a few more moments, but I thought I would indulge her because, remember, I'm working on having a more loving-mommy-mindset.
Well, honey, remember, that when we are scared, we can pray to Jesus and ask Him to give us comfort. Do you want me to pray with you?
So, the three of us held hands on the stairs and prayed. And sometimes I just kind of get lost in my prayers. I mean, I just start praying about one thing and move on to the next thing that pops into my head, and then the next, etc...
You can see why she might have thought this was a good idea...
Anyway, I was wrapping it up and I said, And Jesus, thank you so much for giving me two amazing little girls. Amen.
But see, I popped my head up before the amen and I saw this look on their faces.
|(I had to recreate the scene the next day.)|
Those words that I uttered to Jesus in front of them were precious. My two little girls felt enormously loved, protected, and filled. Hmmmm. How sweet the power of our words. How precious the power of prayer. What an amazing little way to lift up my children. Who knew?