Kate and Sam take very seriously their job of praying for Baby Riley, a friend's child who we've been praying for since before he was born 2 months ago. We started praying for Riley on the way to Jo's in the morning, and since have added other things to the list.
I usually ask them what they want to pray for each day. Kate always says "I want to pray for my daddy," and you never know what Sam will say. He's prayed for Daddy, or one of his classmate's newborn baby, etc. Or, sometimes we thank God for Batman. You just never can tell.
Lately, though, the praying has taken a turn from sweet and loving to competitive and loud. They now both want to pray first, I guess, so at the same time, one of them starts (usually Sam tries to get a jump-start on Kate), and the other yells, "NO ME!" and starts to pray too. It's very loud (I said that already, right?) and Sam usually gets upset. He'll say: "MOM! I was praying! Stop Kate! I'm praying now!" Oh my.
I try to reassure them that God hears their prayers no matter how many people are praying. Really, I'm not sure my sanity will take much more praying that early in the morning.
When my friend Beth called yesterday with an update on Riley's surgery, she said that she knew Sam and Kate were Riley's own team of little prayer warriors. I said, "If you only knew the kind of spiritual battle going on over here..."
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