prayers

We had always sung our prayers with SylRafa well, because at first they were too young to clasp hands and close eyes, and then because we just never started the habit. One evening, Oma was here babysitting while we went out and when she got the kids ready for bed, she told them it was time to pray. And they looked at her funny. So she asked us if we ever pray with our kids... Er.... So, ever since then, we've begun praying nightly with them. And it's beautiful.

We ask them whom they want to pray for. It's really fun to hear their responses. One particularly wonderful response is from Sylvia. Ever since one cold night when I suggested that we pray for the people who don't have houses and her Godmother Amy who lost her dad, when we ask Sylvia whom to pray for, pretty much every night she says, 'the women who don't have houses and Tía Amy'.

[heart melting...]