Our of The Mouth of Babes

My Child, V

OUT OF THE MOUTH OF BABES

At the end of a very adventuresome December day (the day my oldest daughter had to have minor surgeryat the clinic; the day she turned 7; the day her 5 year old sister had to have four stitches in her head at the same clinic [Son, let's adda new unit to your physical education unit next semester...."How to throw rocks straight."]; the day the plumbing went out [but Stteevvveee, tomorrow is a birthday party for 15 children!], my second daughter and I were sharing a quiet moment together driving b ack from Huntington Beach's Cruise of Lights. Out of no where she said, "Mommy, I'm so glad we have a prayer chain from church; it's good because we can call and ask people to pray and we can pray for others."

I mentioned, "Why don't we take time right now to pray for a little boy who has an 'owie' on his neck and he may have to have surgery. He lives right near here. She prayed for him. Afterwards I told her that the parents didn't know Jesus. Her immediate reply, "Oh Mommy, can we call the prayer chain and get their name and address and go to their house and teach them about Jesus?"

My Prayer:

Lord, forgive me for not having the faith to say, "Yes".

Forgive me for mumbling a silly excuse as to why we couldn't.

Forgive me for not believing as a child; as this precious child.

Not until the next day did I learn that even as we had our talk, our whole family was receiving the benefits of our church's prayer chain. And yes, the plumbing was repaired 1 1/2 hours before the birthday party.

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