"No, Mama. I want to go pray to Jesus, too."
Um. Ok. You see, this is really my time... my way to recharge and get ready for a new week. But how could I tell my five year old not to come along and spend time in prayer?
I took a few minutes to describe the chapel and to tell her that she would not be allowed to talk... at all. She agreed. She grabbed a book and hopped out to the car.
When we got to the chapel, she took off her coat, set it and her book in a chair, and walked up to kneel before the monstrance. The sight of it took my breath away. My sweet little girl, kneeling in a green plaid jumper, hands folded, head bowed. Tears came to my eyes, and I prayed for my daughter more fervently than I ever have in my life. What a blessing this was! How could I have been so selfish? How could I have almost left her home?
We only stayed for about 20 minutes. Princess was silent during that time. She alternately sat in a chair, reading and knelt before the monstrance, praying. When she began to tire of the silence and (relative) inactivity, she came over to me and whispered, "How much longer?" I knew my time was up, and we knelt together, whispering an "Our Father."
She put on her coat, picked up her book, and genuflected to the monstrance. I paused for one last moment of gratitude for this incredible blessing.
I came home and told DH about our little visit to the chapel. Tears again came to my eyes as I described her kneeling so reverently before the Lord. He told me that we needed to hold onto this picture... to make a mental time capsule of this moment: the reverence, the sweetness, the complete trust with which she came before God.
May each of us learn to approach Him that way.
What a beautiful story! and a beautiful little girl! Isn't it interesting that this post is the first one since your 'doubt vs. faith' post? The sweet faith of a child inspires us all. Thank you for sharing hers.
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