The other night as I was putting my 3yo to bed, we said her prayers-- first she went, then me, just like we always do. But this night, she wanted another turn after I took mine. She bent her little head down and folded her little hands and began to thank God for her doll and her mommy and daddy and brothers and sisters. As she finished praying, she opened her eyes and looked at me, taking my face in her hands. Very lovingly she said, "Mommy, you teached me that."
There is no higher honor than realizing that you taught a little child how to pray. I am thankful that she reminded me what my highest honor and greatest calling is in that holy moment, in her little girl room, where dreams and faith are born.
(Welcome to all of you who drop by today after reading the devotion at Proverbs 31! Glad to have you here and I hope you'll keep coming back. From now until Christmas, I plan to focus on all the holiday preparations that are ahead of us by providing thoughts, ideas and recipes. And I even have some surprises up my sleeve as well! I hope you will join me here as we prepare our hearts and homes in the days ahead.)