Pure Prayer

People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them.

Mark 10:13-16

At night before bed, we have a practice of asking our kids what they are thankful for. After we talk about all of the blessings we were gifted during the day (and even some of the challenges) we go to the Lord in prayer. I always ask our kids to begin the prayer and then hubby or myself will finish. There are nights when they ask if we will just pray on their behalf and we happily do so. However, there were a few nights about a month ago, when our daughter responded in a heartbreaking and discouraged manner.

“I can’t pray, I am too little.”

What?! Who told her this? Where did this idea even come from? She looked so sad. It was almost as if she wasn’t talking about her physical size- but, her worthiness. Insignificance is one of Satan’s most effective tools and it grows as it is fed…with lies. I know, I have seen this monster and wrestle with it from time to time. I do not want this child to ever wrestle with this herself. I will wrestle for her. So I prayed.

I sat with her and assured her that the prayers that come from her little heart are heard by Jesus even more loudly and more clearly than mine. He hears us all…but, the pure prayers of a child are music to his ears. I could have gone on for hours on this subject, but that was all her little four-year old ears could take in at the moment. After a few days of reassurance, she started praying again. But, not just praying…she was a “prayer-bomb”! When one of us would begin praying at the table she would quickly interject and take over. Yes, the prayer had been hijacked…shanghaied! It was music to my heart and I can only imagine how our Father in heaven must feel.

Early this morning, around 4am, she came into our room. She said that she had just had a dream about a spider and it was not a good dream. I comforted her and then sent her back to her room…telling her that I’d be there in just a minute. Before I even got to her doorway, I could hear her. Her tiny head was under her covers and she was praying. It’s not what she says when she prays- but, the way she prays that is so wonderful.

Thank you Jesus for this good day. Thank you for a good sleep and for good dreams. Thanks you that You will protect me and that I will not be scared. Thank you for my Dad and Mom and brother and my dog. Thank you that my dog is not sick anymore. Thank you that tomorrow will be a wonderful day. Thank you for Christmas and thank you for a good day. Thank you Jesus I pray. Amen

It usually goes something like that. Do you notice a pattern? She doesn’t ask for anything…she only gives thanks. She gives thanks for the day that has just passed and she gives thanks for the day to come. She expectantly gives thanks for things that have not even happened yet. It is something else to hear.

Her prayers are not pushy…but pure.

Yet another thing I have learned from one of our children. God is so wonderful!


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