My little four year old LE, I think, has been teaching me something about prayer. A little about patience. A little about the faith of a child. A little about thankfulness. But mostly about prayer.
At bedtime, you see, we read a little story, talk about it and then pray. And Bug, though she is a little older, goes first, because LE’s prayers go on and on and on and on and Bug invariably falls asleep.
“Dear God,” she begins.
“I love you so much I just want to kiss and hug you. When I get to heaven, I’m going to give you a big kiss right on the cheek and I’m never going to stop kissing and hugging you . . .”
[“um, Mommy? Do you think God would like it if I kissed him?” — “Yes, dear. I think God would like that.”]
“. . . Thank you for Mookie and for Tiggy and Bug and Bear and Mouse. And thank you for giving us such a good mommy and daddy. Thank you for Bunny and my bed and my sheets. Thank you for my bear and my ponies and my bus that says the ABC’s. Do you like my drawings on my wall? I made those for you. And thank you for my wall . . . “
And my mind started wandering in there somewhere after thanking God for her wall. And I prayed my own prayer of thankfulness for this little girl overflowing with love for her God. And I prayed for a small measure of her thankfulness that sees everything around her as a beautiful gift.
“. . . and thank you for Jesus and octopuses and glasses. Amen.”