Last night for the first time I had both of the boys get down on their knees and say their prayers with next to me. We pray nightly at bed time. Our ritual is that first they pray (now I lay me down to sleep…) and then I take it home. I pray over them and myself, our friends and our family, the different things going on in our lives etc. They know to be still while I pray so they lay in bed and close their eyes but that’s how we’ve done it. I’m not really even sure why they’ve never had to get down on their knees. But my soul said that we needed it. I needed us to pray as a family. We needed hands clasped together and eyes closed. And during the prayer I asked Brayden if he had anything he needed to pray about. He said “I pray for my family to be happy” I asked anything else and he said that was it… I told him that was perfect and we continued.
I’m a believer that going to God in prayer works miracles. I believe that God hears us when we pray even if his answer isn’t immediate and sometimes it’s not the answer we hope for. I believe that God has a plan for our lives. I cling to that.
Jeremiah 29:11 says “for I know the plans I have for you. Plans to prosper, not to harm you, plans for hope and a future.”
I used to keep that scripture on my desk at work. I’d remind myself that if God said it’s so then it’s so. And He wants me to have a prosperous life. No matter what my view of it is… He sees the end results. And I want my boys to feel comforted by prayer also. I want them to be able to go to God in prayer and find comfort also.
So last night with one on each side we prayed. And I felt comforted to know that my two favorite people were bowed in prayer with me. Even B2 put his little hands together.
If I don’t teach them… who will?