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Prayers

Sometimes, for no apparent reason, you reject prayers.

At dinner tonight, you refused to participate in the blessing.

Our dinner prayer is sung:

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav’nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

You yelled through the prayer. Usually you laugh happily at the end. For the past few weeks, you’ve gotten better at trying to sing along with us.

Tonight, just yelling.

The other night, I tried to pray over you as you lay in bed. With my hand on your head, I usually pray,

              “The Lord bless you and keep you;
                  the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you;
                  the Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.”

This is how it usually goes. But not the other night. You didn’t want to go to sleep and you knew the prayer was on the road to sleepy time.

As I tried to touch your head and begin, you would have none of it. You said, “No bless and keep! No bless and keep!” while you swatted my hand away.

Whether you know it or not, whether you like it or not, Mommy and Daddy pray for you every day.

Although I have to say, “No bless and keep!” was pretty funny.

As we gathered to offer blessings to some who were leaving for the summer, members of the congregation placed their hands on each others shoulders. When you placed your hand on his shoulder, did you offer your prayer, as well?

A few weeks ago, as we gathered to offer blessings to some who were leaving for the summer, members of the congregation placed their hands on each others shoulders. When you placed your hand on his shoulder, did you offer your prayer, as well?

Do you feel prayed for?

Many people at church this morning asked about you . . . they wanted to know if there was progress and how you were doing. (After church, we learned that the county social worker met with YOUR case worker last week, and we are to expect a phone call in a few days.)

People at church we haven’t met before told us they were praying for you. And mommy and daddy were mentioned in the bulletin, so even more people will be praying for us, and for you.

While I was standing in the hall before the service, a woman I’ve known for six or seven years handed me a pretty gift bag.

“What’s this,” I asked.

“It’s for your daughter,” she said.

For your daughter.

My daughter.

It’s for you.

She knitted this for you.

knitted coat

knitted coat

It’s large enough for you to wear it in the fall, when it gets cooler. I put it in your dresser, where it’s waiting for you.

Mommy and Daddy have been waiting for you since before you were born. And our families have been waiting for you since Christmas time. And now our new church is also waiting for you. And we are all praying for you.

Do you feel prayed for?