“Children have angels in heaven who are always with the
Lord." ~ Matthew 18:10
During the first precious years of
her life, Andrea felt the security and warmth, of adventure, excitement and
vivid colors of a simple daily ritual.
Sometimes it brought laughter, and sometimes tears.
There seemed no limit to these escapades and her little
heart would beat faster than she could have ever imagined. There were occasions when she would giggle so
much it hurt and there were just as many other times when she plunged into
darkness pretending to hide, finding protection under the soft comfort of her blankie.
Each night at almost the same time, she’d lay her head on
the pillow, teeth and hair brushed, and waited patiently for Mommy to come and
sit on the edge of the bed. They always
ended the day the exact same way: one sweet bible story and a prayer.
She prayed with no proof anyone could hear the simple words she
spoke when talking to God.
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Far to the west, Sasha’s hunger gnawed at her. Listless, dull eyes revealed no laughter or
interest in play. Food was her constant obsession. She didn’t even care if it was tasty or
varied, just that it could stave off the pains a while.
Eighteen months ago when
her Mom lost her job, things went downhill.
After the bills are paid, there’s no money left. In fact, there’s hardly money to pay the bills. They’re constantly forced to make tough
choices like choosing between food and medicine. It’s especially rough now at the end of the
month.
To Sasha, hunger isn’t about how her grades are failing or
that she doesn’t have the proper nutrition to grow. To her, hunger is scary and emotional, the
meanest, ugliest monster ever. She’ll cry herself to sleep tonight again.
Distracted by her predicament, Sasha almost didn’t hear her
Mom cheerily breeze through the front door with a huge sack full of groceries. “I stopped to buy a box of saltines, you know,
to carry us through until the first of the month,” she explained to her dumbfounded
daughter. “A total stranger gave me a
large grocery bag and told me to fill it up. His treat!"
Prayers answered.
We’ll probably never know how many disasters are averted
because of the prayers of children. You
may ask why is it that a child’s prayer is so powerful with God.
It’s because they are so innocent, and God willingly hears
the prayers of a humble heart. Their
faith is pure and transparent (Scripture says their angels "always see the
face of the Father in Heaven"). There
can be miracles, when you believe. “Out of
the mouth of babes!”
God, are you really there? Do you hear and answer every kid’s
prayer? Some say that heaven’s far away,
but I feel it close around me as I pray.
Jesus told His disciples: "Let the little children come to me." Father, in prayer I'm coming now to thee. Amen