Picture this. I pulled into the garage tonight and looked behind me to see my sweet son Silas sleeping. (How do you like that alliteration?!) I carried him inside and he slept through the first part of me changing him into pajamas. Getting the shirt over his head woke him up though, and he was half aware as I put him in bed. But he snuggled up to his pillow, I wrapped his blanket around him, and started to leave the room. He immediately stood up, folded his hands together, and said, "pray?"
I could melt right there. Yes, buddy, I will pray with you!
I love this little guy so much. And even though I don't think he understands who we are praying to besides what we read in picture books, I am thankful that he loves our nightly tradition.
If you want to know who he most likes to pray for, as in he says their names repeatedly as I pray...it's daddy and our dog Bella. Actually, I think Bella might have a slight win over daddy.
We have also been known to pray spontaneously during the day when something comes to mind. We take requests if you want to send them! God loves the prayers of children, right?
