I push the squeaky shopping cart up and down the aisles of the store as my little boy who is buckled in keeps begging me to pray.
"Pray, Mama! Pray, Mama!"
His begging must be heard at least an aisle over. I'm not sure why or what he wants me to pray for. But, he continues to beg me to pray.
"Pray, Mama! Pray, Mama!"
His begging must be heard at least an aisle over. I'm not sure why or what he wants me to pray for. But, he continues to beg me to pray.
"Jesus!"
People turn to look as they reach for a package of napkins or pull a box of Christmas lights from the shelf. Some stare and others smile our way.
"Pray?"
I look down at my little boy and wish a thousand wishes in this moment that he would always cling to the Truth of Jesus. I pray that he would forever share his faith so willingly, so boldly, so freely.....even if it's scary or hard or not the popular thing to do. I finally gave into my little boy's request and we quietly bowed our heads at the end of the aisle out of the way and prayed to our Heavenly Father.
"Amen"
A tear spills over, too, because I'm a bit of a crier when it comes to my little boy and Jesus.
Lord, make me bold like my toddler.
Isn't it amazing how God uses our children to be our teachers sometimes? I've had many of these moments the past 8 years and its made me so grateful for my child! :)
ReplyDeleteOh, I could read this a thousand times! Your story reminds me of Matthew 19:14, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these." You and Kevin are doing just that for precious Titus!
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