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. From where I stood, I could hare Charis saying the blessing.
She said all of her normal stuff:
"Lord Jesus, thank you for this food. And help 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.
She said all of her normal stuff:
"Lord Jesus, thank you for this food. And help 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.
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Amazing! I love it.
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