We were having lunch a couple weeks ago: grilled cheese sandwiches, broccoli spears with ranch dip, and cubed apple pieces. It doesn't happen often, but I bit my tongue and cried out.
"What happened, Mommy?"
"I bit my tongue, and it hurts."
"Oh. That's okay, Mommy. Want me to pray for you?"
Her question startled me so much that I literally jumped, "Oh, Izzie, mommy would love for you to pray for her."
Putting down her apple cube and cupping her hands for prayer, she said, "Lord Jesus, mommy bit her tongue. It hurts. Make her feel better. Amen."
A couple days later, Izzie was running around munching on a pretzel and bit her tongue. I was in the middle of cleaning up the meal from the table, getting ready to feed the baby, and wanting so badly to sit down and rest.
I heard her cry out, "Ouch! I bit my tongue." I paused, gently stroked her hair back and said, "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I know that hurts," and then turned to finish what I was doing.
"MOMmmmmeeeeee! PRAaaay for me!"
Stopping me in my tracks, I prayed. "Lord Jesus, Izzie bit her tongue and it hurts. Please make her feel better. Amen."
"Thank you, mommy."
I am humbled to be her mother. Who taught her to pray like this? I wish I could say that it was me. And maybe I did, but I like to think that her soft little heart somewhere, somehow has learned that there is power in prayer. 'Cause that's what I learned.
Lord Jesus, thank you for a daughter with a soft heart. Teach me to pray with the simplicity of a child's heart. Amen.