We were lying down, trying to get to sleep when YaYa quietly said, “We should pray some time.” I hopped out of bed and fell to my knees. “That is a great idea, YaYa. Let’s do it right now.”
Tom had always kept the idea of praying light. “It’s just talking to God, that’s all it is.” he’d say. And that is just what we did. I began with the Our Father. YaYa repeated each line after me. It seemed strange that I had never thought to teach it to him before. He’s heard it, but never learned it. Then began our short talk with God.
My prayer was short with only a few requests.
– Take care of Tom (Dad).
– Watch over us.
– Help us to know what to do.
– Keep our love strong.
– Bless those who have Cancer and help them to find a cure so that they won’t die too.
Then we both climbed back into bed and went to sleep.
Beautimous Juls. Mind if I borrow that one?
That is so sweet.
Amen…and thank you God
I don’t think anyone could have taught it better! I struggle with things to say while “talking” with God myself, but I know that for instance, if they had a party up there today, my Baker was making the cookies! Run Good!