Have you ever listened to a child’s prayer?
Like really listened.
“Truly I tell you unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven” Matthew 18:3
Have you listened to your kid pray?
Before we eat, before we start our homeschool day, before bed (and whenever else we feel the need to) our family has gotten into the habit of praying. (Husband prays with me before he gets out of bed in the morning, too.)
The other night before bed P spent most of her prayer thanking God for being our Father and she kept repeating “thank you, thank you, thank you, God…”
A heart of pure gratitude.
Just an overflowing of thankfulness.
And most of our prayers throughout the day come after she has face planted into a wall (which is only natural after you have
walked ran down the hall with your eyes closed…)
Or maybe she scratched her knee outside.
It doesn’t matter if she has asked a dozen times in an hour, she asks for prayer.
She has prayed prayers of healing for friends. She has prayed asking God for a future sibling. She’s even prayed that we could move into one of those house from Fixer Upper (my girl).
Prayers of true thanksgiving and prayers of true need and want coming from a child.
She’s not worried about saying the “right thing” or that her prayers are too wild or not perfectly outlined.
She just prays.
I think as adults we have a tendency to attempt to tame God by limiting our prayers and our dependency on him to heal our scratches and bumps.
We think that maybe what we need or want may be too much, so we just give up asking.
And, we can be foolish enough to think that what we have today was based on us and our talents; we forget to just say, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, God…”
I don’t know about you, but I could use a lesson or two (or ninety) with this kid about how she prays.
How do we turn our tamed prayers into the wild prayers of a child?
Jesus said to come as a child, and I think I’m grasping some understanding of what that means a little more and more each day as I sit back and watch as my child learns and listens and prays.
I want to pray those crazy, charismatic, unafraid prayers that have no limits to my Limitless Father.
My four year old reminded me to do that.