The other day I was in the kitchen finishing up the last of the lunch preparation as the two oldest girls were in dining room getting ready to eat. Charis could be heard saying the blessing from where I stood. She said all of her normal stuff, "Lord Jesus, thank you for this food. And help us us feel better so we won't get sick anymore" (insert: this came from a time last year, around christmas, where our family couldn't shake being sick). She continued, "And Lord Jesus, if someone is mean to me, could you..."
I held my breath. I could hear it coming; she was going to ask for the nasty perpetrators to be spanked or punished in some way to get what they deserved. I smiled to myself, thinking what a funny thing to pray. But then she continued.
"...could you show them mercy?"
My mouth fell open. She's four. She's not supposed to be more mature than I am. She's not supposed to instinctively know to "pray for those that curse you."
In that moment, I could not have been more stunned. In that moment, I could not have been more proud.
I held my breath. I could hear it coming; she was going to ask for the nasty perpetrators to be spanked or punished in some way to get what they deserved. I smiled to myself, thinking what a funny thing to pray. But then she continued.
"...could you show them mercy?"
My mouth fell open. She's four. She's not supposed to be more mature than I am. She's not supposed to instinctively know to "pray for those that curse you."
In that moment, I could not have been more stunned. In that moment, I could not have been more proud.
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Amazing! I love it.
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