Thursday, June 16, 2016

Four Goals

"What do you need prayers for today?" I asked the kids after our morning devotional time. My oldest, who always talks first, asked to pray for his Grandpa's lungs to get better. My little one prayed that our friend from church would bring her, "Bobby's lasagna" and my middle, Drew, asked for help for something I didn't even know he was worrying about.

"Could you ask God to be with me during my very first soccer game? Could you ask Him to make sure no one is mean to me or hurts me? And if they do, ask that they give me a hug and then say they are sorry and then be my friend after that?"
"Of course, I will ask God for that, love." I reassured him. We held hands and prayed for health, lasagna and protection and I kissed each of their heads. 

On the day of his soccer game, I prayed his prayer again privately and then I added a bit more. I prayed that he would have an opportunity to shine. You see, my middle child is extraordinary. He's kind, intelligent, gentle and intuitive. He's a natural athlete and friend. And yet he is often overshadowed. His brother speaks for him, answering questions before he has the chance to formulate the words. He has difficulty pronouncing "S" and "Ch" sounds and many people don't understand what he is saying when he finally gets a window to talk. And so I prayed that this would be his moment to be the center of attention. I prayed that he would feel proud of himself and feel supported by all those that love him.

Within the first five minutes, he scored his first goal. He ran all the way down the field then up the bleachers to high five each of us then tripped on his way back down the bleachers to the field. We helped him up, and sent him back down to eventually score three more goals. Each and every time, he would run to us and give us all a high five. 

Near the end of the game, the ball was stuck in a corner and all the kids were trying to kick and get it out. Drew got kicked in the shins and started crying. I perked up, trying to decide if I should go to him. "He's got this," my husband said reassuringly. As the kids began to spread out, I saw a little boy go to him and hug him. "Sorry," he said. "That's okay," my son said as he wiped the snot from his nose. He looked up at me and smiled a tiny smile. His prayer was answered and so was mine.

As my husband helped him buckle his seatbelt he said, "Pretty cool that God answered your prayer out there, huh?" 
"Yeah, it was," he said as he slipped on his headphones. Again, that tiny smile crept across his face. 

Faith isn't something you can teach. Faith is something that fills your heart, like falling in love and knowing you will be loved completely for the rest of your life. Watching my son's faith growing is the most incredibly beautiful thing. Somehow he already knows God loves him and he's seeing Him working in his life. I only hope I can facilitate the growth of that faith so that he knows there will always be someone who loves him as much as I do.

What do your children pray for? Try pointing out how God has answered their prayers this week. It just might help plant a seed of faith.

1 comment:

  1. Wow, what an awesome true story about prayer and faith. No prayer no power, much prayer, much power!

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