Sometimes when I pray, I let life’s worries stand in the way of just having a conversation with God. But not my daughter. Here’s the prayer she prayed before dinner last night:
Dear Jesus. I love you. I love the world and the flowers and my dog and my princesses and my new baby brother. Thank you for my big girl mommy and my nice, strong daddy. Thank you for my JoJo. He’s my best friend. Help this dinner to taste yummy and not make my tummy hurt like last night so I can have a cookie. Help Jack to want to sleep in my room tonight. Thank you for loving me. Amen.
I confess I got a little teary-eyed when she finished. She was so earnest. So precious. So full of joy and thanksgiving and life. And so, so honest. A part of me was struck by how much I can learn from the pure, honest prayer of a preschooler.
Lord, help me to consider prayer time a time where I can have honest conversation with you. Where nothing will stand in the way of my love for you and what I really want to express. Thank you that my daughter was able to show me such a shining example. Amen.
What strikes you about the prayers of preschoolers that you as an adult can learn from?