Our two children who can talk have two very different approaches to prayer currently. J, is concise, offering up a "Thank you God for today and for this food," kind of prayer before dinner. Ada, on the other hand is a bit more inclusive in her prayers...which often have to be directed to a close after several repetitions, offering up something similar to, "Thank you God for today, for Daddy, Mommy, J and E....and Daddy and Mommy...and J and E.....and Daddy and Mommy. Thank you for today..". Occasionally she diverts to some completely unassociated prayer request such as "and dear Jesus please help Daddy not to drive on the side walk so the police don't give him a ticket" (side note this has never happened before and we don't know why she continues to pray for this :-). Each child is coming to the feet of Jesus in a different way and regardless of the brevity or distracted nature of their prayers they are heard by a God that loves them deeply.
This week we received the following link from our community in Sthobela. It shows children and care workers worshiping together before they receive their daily meal. It was pretty great to put some faces and voices to the little people we are praying for. To hear them collectively worshiping. To know, although I have no idea what they are exactly saying, they are worshiping the same Lord we do at our dinner table. We know some of them by name and consider ourselves privileged to have learned a few of their stories but watching them reminds me that God knows each and every one of them. He knows their stories. He hears their prayers. He is writing the stories of their lives at this very moment and has allowed us to play a small part. To aid in the provision of food. Videos like this one remind me of what a privilege that truly is.
Sthobela Worshipping
This week we received the following link from our community in Sthobela. It shows children and care workers worshiping together before they receive their daily meal. It was pretty great to put some faces and voices to the little people we are praying for. To hear them collectively worshiping. To know, although I have no idea what they are exactly saying, they are worshiping the same Lord we do at our dinner table. We know some of them by name and consider ourselves privileged to have learned a few of their stories but watching them reminds me that God knows each and every one of them. He knows their stories. He hears their prayers. He is writing the stories of their lives at this very moment and has allowed us to play a small part. To aid in the provision of food. Videos like this one remind me of what a privilege that truly is.
Sthobela Worshipping
