i wish you could hear my sweet 3 year old’s voice tonight as she prayed.
she asked me if she could pray tonight as i was tucking her in.
help us pray
and help us believe.
and please give us a new house.”
this has been a difficult month for ben and i as we have decided to stop the process of trying to get pregnant.
my faith has taken a hit.
and so my prayers have been,
“help me believe.”
and i’ve been singing a song to her as she goes to bed called “help me believe.”
and i’m so moved that my words have made their way into her prayers.
and it is the most sweetest thing to hear
“help me believe”
come out of her little mouth. because i know that she will be praying those words for a life time.
and that He will be faithful to those prayers for the rest her life.
here is the song i’ve been singing to her
take me back, to the time when i was maybe 8 or 9…
and i believed.
when Jesus walked on waters blue, and if he helped me i could too…
if i believe.
before rational, analysis, and systematic thinking robbed me of a sweet simplicity.
when wonders and what mysteries were far less off than silly dreams and child hood fantasy
help me believe cause i don’t want to miss any miracles. maybe i’d see much better by closing my eyes.
so i would, shed this grown up skin, i’m in
to touch an angel’s wing. and i would be free.
help me believe.