I could faintly hear my 10 year old talking about Jesus as I walked down the hallway to my bed tonight.
And then a chorus of voices stopped me in my tracks.
“Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be your name…”
Four voices invoking the Presence of God in unison.
“Your Kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven…”
They had received permission to have a slumber party campout.
“Give us this day our daily bread…”
And now I prayed silently with them the prayer that we have said in so many family prayer circles these past two weeks.
“And forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us…”
The prayer we’ve said during countless 20-second handwashings.
“Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil…”
How many times have I heard them ask God to stop this “filthy, filthy, dirty, dirty virus” these past few weeks?
“For yours is the kingdom and the glory forever and ever.”
And then, a reiteration of the prayers we had just prayed as a family an hour before.
For healings.
For children in unsafe homes.
For the virus to be stopped in its tracks.
But this time all voiced by a formerly reticent littler pray-er.
Hesitant no more.
Truly, we have to come to Him like children.
“Amen.”
