The boys are in the midst of "building" a town and right now they are working on the power lines. I love seeing their creativity and their imagination fly... Oh, Lord let it never stop.
The girls swing and squeal in delight. They play house. They walk with Mommy. And, how my heart cries out in prayer.
Here I am walking, my heart wanting to explode with prayers... prayers for those I love. Lord, show me how to pray. The only thing that seems to be able to escape my lips is a prayer for more of Him in our lives... Yes, Lord just more of You. That's all we want. That's all we need. So, I just cry out for more of Him.
As the pastor's wife, I have often told youngsters a story of the boy who stood on the shore and waved to a ship at sea. A man beside him said, 'Don't be silly. The steamer will not change its course because you wave.' But the ship turned, came to shore and picked up the boy. From the bridge he shouted, 'Sir, I'm not a fool. The captain is my father!'We also know that he who steers the universe on its course is our Father and that he hears our prayers.
It's time to wander back inside... quiet time has snuck up on us, a baby needs fed, emails and phone calls need to be made and chores need finished... and as I climb the steps, my heart cries, Lord, teach me to pray... teach me to pray without ceasing... teach me to fall down.