Our family attended my dad’s church on Christmas Eve. Someone mentioned photo opportunities. One of the kids leaned over, asking to take a picture. I gave my standard “we will see” answer, already deciding it would be much too crowded. When the service ended, he reminded me again, I voiced my doubts and he told me he had prayed about it. As we walked out, we both saw an empty space and took time to capture a memory. I wanted to mark time where a child asked, prayed and received.
It may not seem like much, but childlike faith is precious and teaches me often. It also makes me thankful for a boy who is an excellent teacher to this mama.