Yesterday, the weeWeir got herself all upset over something. I wasn't in the room at the time, and I'm not sure what the *something* was.
Crying, she came running to find me, saying "Daddy" and other words I couldn't quote interpret at the pace and insistence she was using. Kneeling on the floor, I asked her why she was crying.
"Daddy...[insert toddler ramblings here]" was the response. But I knew it wasn't my fault.
"Where is is sore, I asked".
As I held her and she calmed down, I listened again. "Amen, Daddy". It made a little more sense now.
Since before she was born, Jenny and I have prayed with the weeWeir. Before bed for sure, but at other times too. Particularly if she had hurt herself or was unsettled. That and singing with her.
So as I knelt with her on the floor, I prayed a few simple words asking Father to come with Grace & Peace in Jesus name.
An "amen" from Beth (yes, I used her name which is unusual) and she was calm.
A lot of thoughts on the back of this precious moment, which I'll unpack soon, but what's your view. Yes you. Add a comment and share your thoughts.