How very fitting, that LO's first prayer would happen this month.
We've talked to her about God and tried to show her our spiritual life, talking to her about His love, teaching her about church, etc. But because I wanted her to have some idea of what she was doing and who she was talking to, prayer around the table had not been our practice yet, until very recently. Like every other Christian mom, I have dreams of my children gathering around the table or kneeling by their bed and praying about the important things in their lives, but in my dreams they were always a little older than her... not babies or toddlers but children who understood and wanted to pray. I don't know how much she actually understands, and I honestly suspect she does not understand much (in fact I was just recently telling a friend from my Couples Sunday School class that my little girl typically just waits to hear "Amen" and then opens her eyes! Haha!) And yet, today, when she held her little fuzzy friends' hands and told them to close their eyes and said "Thank you, God, for this food" my heart simultaneously melted and exploded, and I had to contain myself, and it took all my strength not to shriek for joy and possibly scare my poor child out of her prayer. Instead I did what she said to do, and I held the monkey's hand, and I prayed.
Thank you, God.
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