Both of my boys, from the time they could talk, have said prayers at the table, at bed time, and at various times throughout the day. Some of their prayers have been short... "Wu oo God!" prayed by Harrison at the age of one and a half. Others have been longer and very heartfelt... "Dear God, Thank you for my family. Would you please help me to have a good day at school. And God, would you please heal my Big Momma" prayed by Sam at the age of five. Some of their prayers I forget and others I will remember and cherish for the rest of my life.
The sweetest, most genuine prayer I have ever heard came from the mouth of my five and a half year old son, Sam, on Saturday night, April 7th. This prayer I will NEVER forget because my son, my firstborn, said words I have prayed to hear his whole life.... "Dear God, thank you for my family and would you please come live in my heart. Amen". That's right, my child asked Jesus to come into his heart. WHAT A MOMENT!
It happened like this...
After visiting my family for our family Easter and my mom's birthday, we came home to get ready for bed. Sam and I began making "Resurrection Cookies" while talking about the death of Christ. For several months, Sam has been asking questions about death, what happens when you die, if I am going to heaven, even about baptism. As we were talking about these event that led up to Christ's death on the cross, Sam was very quiet and listened very intently.
After a few minutes of mixing, talking, mixing and talking, Sam began to cry. He asked me if I missed my grandmother and if I was sad that Jesus had to die. I told him that I was VERY sad about both of those things but that I tried to thank Jesus by serving Him, and that I missed my grandmother but, because I had Jesus in my heart, I was going to see her again very soon. He laid his sweet head over on my should and said, "Mommy, I want to see her again, too. Mommy, I want to go to Heaven when I die." I began to explain what he had to do in order to go to heaven. I explained the steps to ask Christ into his heart, and through tear-filled eyes, my precious child received the free gift of salvation right there on that kitchen counter.
I have never had a more "special" moment, a more "joyful" moment, a more (as my friend, Somer says) "Shout and Holla Praise" moment in my life. I heard a friend say, when talking about her daughter's salvation story, that she just thought the day her child was born was the happiest moment of her life, and I do agree. THIS moment with my son far exceeds anything I have ever witnessed.
"But Jesus called for them, saying, “Permit the children to come to Me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child will not enter it at all. Luke 18:16-17”
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