I Prayed With Him

Posted in Inspiration, Mom Life
on December 8, 2015

So here’s the deal. I’ve never been very religious. Growing up I was always told there was a God and I learned the word of God from children’s books that were gifted to me through my adolescent years. Like any Human, I think, I’ve questioned His existence and His plans for my life. I’ve questioned why He would take loved ones from my family and most importantly I’ve questioned all of the horrible chaos in the world today and why bad things happen to good people. To me, it’s hit or miss. You either trust Him or you don’t. I am learning to trust Him and I feel like I am doing a great job at it.

Just last night, as I was putting my oldest son to bed I had this idea pop into my head. I wanted to show Wyatt how to pray. Call it a random thought or call it God speaking to me, whatever you want to call it, it happened.. and we prayed together for the first time.

As any 4 year old would, he laughed and wondered just who the heck I was asking him to speak to. “We are speaking to God.” I told him half a million times it seemed, “But where is he? Will he hear me? I’m shy.” Wyatt mumbled, as if he didn’t want this God fellow to hear him.

About 5 minutes into it I finally convinced him to kneel down on the side of his bed next to me. I swear the boy thought I was going nuts.

In my attempt to get Wyatt to cooperate with me I realized I hadn’t planned exactly what to tell him to pray for. So we started with the basics; “Thank you God for my Momma, and my Daddy and Westin.” He threw out there not to forget Mimi, Pop Pops, Opa, and our dog Mayka.

As I sat there waiting for him to chime in some more an old prayer I learned when I was little came to mind and I recited it for him.

Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I shall die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen.

“But how would I die?” Asked Wyatt.

I had a little oh crap moment and fabricated the best answer I could possibly think of.

“No one knows when they’ll die Wyatt, this is just in case anything happens, so God knows that you want to go with Him up to Heaven.”

“Oh awesome, because Heaven is where the angels are, I’d like to go there.” Replied my sweet, sweet boy.

Wyatt hopped back on his bed and snuggled up with his stuffed puppy dog. I told him that I’d like to start praying with him every night and that it’d be something that only we would do together. I told him when he’s really good at praying he can then teach his little brother how it’s done. He smiled at the idea of showing Westin something new.

I know this won’t come easy. It will probably be a while before he feels comfortable praying all on his own, and that’s okay.

We don’t need to go to church to be Christians we just need to live by His word to the best of our abilities. I am taking baby steps because this is still all very new to me, but I am starting with myself and my sons. I want them to be Godly men. Men who know right from wrong. Men who lead, instead of follow. Men who speak up when others are sinning. Men who stand strong and stay humble no matter what they are blessed with, or without.

Last night as I was walking out of Wyatt’s room I had a feeling of pride overcome me. I realized that my Sons need to live a life full of that same feeling. My husband and I hold the key to their fullest potential, the way we raise them will morph them into the marvelous Husbands and Fathers they will one day be.

I went to sleep last night with a happy heart. I knew my boys were sleeping soundly in their own beds, food in their bellies and love in their hearts. We are blessed because God has blessed us. You can’t give anyone more credit other than the big man upstairs who leads you through challenges to show you where you need to be and most importantly what you need to do to succeed.

Let Him into your family y’all. You wont regret it.

For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.” – Mark 10:45



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