It was a common thread, the plea rose heavenward, “Keep Daddy safe.” It easily rolled from the lips of a 2 yr. old, prayed with honesty and true desire daily during his father’s deployment. He was only two, yet now I consider that perhaps he was years well beyond in the spiritual realm.
As a mother, I questioned whether this 2 yr. old could “really” know what he was praying, considering that he might be mimicking the prayers of older siblings. I must admit, though, he prayed without ceasing on this topic, a fervent prayer that availed much.
Daddy came home, safe at last, and back to the arms of his awaiting family. Our little guy’s prayer had been answered, his fervent and powerful prayer, and now he was a testimony, an aroma of Christ to his mama , daddy and siblings. Witnesses to these prayers of oft we were, but the lesson was greater. There was more.
The night after Daddy’s arrival home, our young son quietly slipped in his prayer at dinner time. With full expectations of hearing, “keep Daddy safe,” pour forth from the little guy’s mouth once again, I sat stunned as the words, “Thank You for keeping Daddy safe,” quietly yet naturally escaped from his lips. There was no coaching, only honest words that only an awesome Lord could teach this beautiful youngster.
It’s easy to ask, but we must remember the thanksgiving. Our young son’s prayers had been answered and he thanked the Lord, in a spiritual way that bounded over and flowed with beauty.
Thank you for teaching me, son. And, thank You for teaching me, Lord.
Col. 4:2 NIV*