Lately I started to teach Hannah how to pray. I figured it’s about the right time now since Ethan learnt to pray roughly around the same age too.
She asked a lot of questions.
“Where is God?”
“Is God in our hearts all the time?”
“Why don’t we see God?”
“Do bad guys go to heaven?”
I told her that we can talk to God any time we want and wherever we are. For a start, I suggested a good time would be at bedtime. She could say a simple sentence every night to thank God for something..anything..she could think of. I told her to think of it as a “conversation with God”.
Initially she didn’t know what to say or how to do it but after some prompting, she started producing ideas of her own….every night, without fail.
“Dear God,” she would start,
“Thank you for my clothes.”
“Thank you for my teachers.”
“Thank you for my meals today.”
She ends each prayer with, “In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.”
Tonight she said: “Dear God, thank you for the best mommy in the world!”
My heart melted.
And then she said, “I love you, Mommy!”
“I love you too, sweetie!”
I must have done something really good to deserve such a loving and sweet miracle.