Since I have been suffering with the flu this weekend, I have been quarantined in the back bedroom. Last night, as Hannah was going to bed, she came and stood in the doorway, clasped her hands and bowed her head. She said, “I am going to pray.” She proceeded to pray for me, with her eyes open, these words, “God heal his body. God touch him. Amen!”
There is nothing more sincere than a child’s prayer. Short, to the point, no fancy words, just prayer. It touched my heart to hear Hannah pray. It is a reminder that children pick up things that we do. When people are sick, we believe in prayer. She has seen me pray for others. Hannah has listened to me pray for her. Children learn from the action of others. Train up a child in the way they should go and when they are old, they will not depart from it.