A few days ago, I was once again tackling the dishes that had started to pile up in the kitchen sink. The children were playing somewhat harmoniously in the living room with a "train" made of several chairs pushed together and "landscape" adorned with various afghans and quilts.
As I washed the endless stack of sippy cups, I heard a loud thump and a pause before the Spud started wailing. I could tell by his cry that it was nothing serious - he just needed a little TLC. I called out to my daughter, "What happened to your little brother?"
"Oh, he just fell off the train," she answered nonchalantly.
"Well, could you please give him a hug and tell him it's okay, sweetie?" I asked her.
"Oh, okay, momma," she said with a sigh.
Moments later, I heard her tell the Spud that he would be okay.
"Let's pray, okay?" she reassured him. "Jesus always makes everything better. Dear Jesus, thank you for this day. Thank you for this food. Thank you for my family. And help him not hurt anymore. In Jesus' name, Amen. Okay, you're fine now." And she ran off.
I turned the faucet off and went in to give my Drama Queen a hug. "Thanks, honey, for doing that," I said. "It's always good to pray and ask Jesus to help us." Inwardly, I was thrilled. I have been trying hard to direct my kids to Jesus whenever they are going through something tough - whether it be a skinned knee, monsters under the bed, or disappointment at a missed privilege. Now, instead of me saying, "Let's pray about it," my daughter was initiating contact with the only One who can heal our pain.
It cracked me up during my migraines when the Drama Queen told me she was praying for my head to feel better. "Thank you, honey, " I said. "Well, are you feeling better right now? " she asked. "Cuz I prayed for you, so your head shouldn't be hurting anymore." :) Maybe if more of us had this strong child-like faith, God would heal our hurts a little faster...