Last night something special happened as I tucked the boys into bed for the night. As usual, I gave them a kiss and then we took turns praying to God. Sam prayed first,and then I prayed asking God for his protection and blessing as they slept. With my eyes still closed, I waited for Jack to pray and when he didn't I prompted him that it was his turn. With his eyes still closed we had the following converstaion.
'Jack it's your turn, buddy.'
'Shhh..Jesus is still praying.'
My mouth drops open. 'Ok then'
We waited another 30 seconds or so in silence.
'Ok, Jesus is done praying. Now it's my turn.'
'Jesus thanks for loving us and for letting me be a cowboy.'
'We love you Jesus' (Nicole)
'I love you Jesus' (Jack)
'I love you Jesus' (Sam)
I wonder if you have moment like this when all logic and understanding falls through the floor. A time when a supernatural presence fills the air and you know you are standing beside angels. There was great peace in our home last night.