One of the sweetest things that I hear the boys do every night is say their bedtime prayers. Sometimes, sure, they fly through them half-heartedly, just as I do. Other times, they pray like they REALLY mean it. I took a moment the other night to write down the prayers of all three of them.
I’m going to want to remember this when they’re grown!!!
First, I prayed with Daniel, and he prays in a super, super soft and quiet voice. Plus he’s two, so I only caught most of what he said, but it went something like this:
“Dear Lord, Thank you my bear. Mommy. Caleb and planes. My daddy go store and mommy read her Bible and Nana. brothers. Caleb. DaddyO. my daddy. Brothers. Amen.”
“I don’t want to pray!”
Me: “Caleb, are you giving the devil a foot hold?” (Judge all you want. I got this idea from a friend of mine. It’s valid, and it works–really fast.)
Caleb: “Okay! I’ll pray!!!!! Thank you for everything we did today. I wish I had a fish by now. Amen.”
“God, I love you. Thank you for my family. I hope there will be no school tomorrow because there’s going to be so much snow, which is so exciting. Amen.”
I think Joshua is the last person in America that still gets excited about snow this winter, but his prayers were answered. No school on Monday and delayed start on Tuesday.
“But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 19:14
I’ve noticed a lot lately that when I remind my children about how their decisions can have spiritual implications, I see immediate results. I’m hoping this will place in their hearts a desire to make choices that please God, not just please their parents. I’ve struggled with that always. I always wanted to make my parents happy, but the fact is that pleasing people–even your parents–is not the highest calling.
What I mean is that I want my children to have a strong inner moral compass, one that leads them to make godly decisions, whether we like it or not. They may want to do work in a foreign land, and I may hate that because I would miss them, but I’d rather they choose that dream that God has placed in their heart, than just doing what “mom wants.”
One more darling little story, that took me by surprise, from this morning: I woke up this morning to Joshua, Caleb, and Daniel dashing into my room. Joshua and Caleb proclaimed, “Daniel wants to ask Jesus into his heart!! He does!”
Oh, the sweetness. Of course, Daniel would say yes to about anything in the world that they ask him to do, but we told them it was so great that they shared Jesus with their brother.
And one rabbit trail I MUST address:
Just imagine how much all Christians could accomplish if we came together, stopped arguing about things that do not matter that keep us apart, and combined our energy to actually serve God and help people.
What if we stopped arguing about whether or not we are predestined, who wrote the best Bible version, and whose definition of communion is the right one and instead worked together? When you boil out all that stuff, the heart of the matter is still ONE thing. There’s just ONE thing that makes an eternal difference in whether or not we are “Christians”. One.
You either believe in what Jesus did, or you don’t. He was right, or he was wrong. All of Christianity hinges on that one little thing, so why have we allowed forces of evil to splinter us?
“Don’t have anything to do with foolish and stupid arguments, because you know they produce quarrels.
And the Lord’s servant must not quarrel; instead, he must be kind to everyone, able to teach, not resentful.
Those who oppose him he must gently instruct, in the hope that God will grant them repentance leading them to a knowledge of the truth.” 2 Timothy 2:23-25