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Showing posts with label prayer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prayer. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Answer 14--God Answers Children's Prayers Quickly
and then as we grow, He stretches the distance between prayer and answer.
It's an exercise program for our spirits. It starts with one lap and slowly adds a lap here and there until we have great endurance, strong faith, and a bit of patience.
At 5, with a panicked heart, I prayed in a rack of clothes at the department store that I would find my mother. Immediately, she called my name in the way only she does, with the I long and a soft Y in the third syllable.
At 7, when pulling and lotion and my mother did not extricate me and I was still hanging by my entrapped knee from my bunk bed. I prayed. And it simply slipped out.
At 11, I prayed for a friend, and I prayed a second time, and possibly a third time before Melissa Mitchell came along and we worked out a Paula Abdul dance for the school talent show together.
At 17, I had to study it out in my mind. I had to weigh the many college and scholarship decisions that lay scattered across my bed in glossy brochures of smiling undergrads. I had to sense a direction and ponder it and confirm it with the Lord.
Naomi, this week, decided to add fasting to her ongoing prayers "for a friend at school." The waiting period for a trusting 9 year old these days is about 48 hours. And the answers are as clear as glass, so she will have no chance of missing the connection.
Tuesday, through a misunderstanding in gym class, she found herself in the locker room amidst, "Nobody likes you," "You're so mean," and whispers that included her name.
Her one "hopeful" for a friend offered, "I'm sorry about all this," and walked out. But another girl, not even a playmate of hers, stayed.
Then, to make it clearer she said, "You're my friend." 4th graders don't generally talk this way, but Heavenly Father makes the connection very clear for newbies. And so, she said a second time, "You're my friend."
And they sat on the top of the monkey bar dome and planned their school talent show duet. And they ate lunch together. And they had a playdate.
And Naomi sees the Lord's hand in her life.
I see the Lord's hand in my life. But it is slower to see than it used to be. I search more and wait longer.
My muscles are growing.
It's an exercise program for our spirits. It starts with one lap and slowly adds a lap here and there until we have great endurance, strong faith, and a bit of patience.
At 5, with a panicked heart, I prayed in a rack of clothes at the department store that I would find my mother. Immediately, she called my name in the way only she does, with the I long and a soft Y in the third syllable.
At 7, when pulling and lotion and my mother did not extricate me and I was still hanging by my entrapped knee from my bunk bed. I prayed. And it simply slipped out.
At 11, I prayed for a friend, and I prayed a second time, and possibly a third time before Melissa Mitchell came along and we worked out a Paula Abdul dance for the school talent show together.
At 17, I had to study it out in my mind. I had to weigh the many college and scholarship decisions that lay scattered across my bed in glossy brochures of smiling undergrads. I had to sense a direction and ponder it and confirm it with the Lord.
Naomi, this week, decided to add fasting to her ongoing prayers "for a friend at school." The waiting period for a trusting 9 year old these days is about 48 hours. And the answers are as clear as glass, so she will have no chance of missing the connection.
Tuesday, through a misunderstanding in gym class, she found herself in the locker room amidst, "Nobody likes you," "You're so mean," and whispers that included her name.
Her one "hopeful" for a friend offered, "I'm sorry about all this," and walked out. But another girl, not even a playmate of hers, stayed.
Then, to make it clearer she said, "You're my friend." 4th graders don't generally talk this way, but Heavenly Father makes the connection very clear for newbies. And so, she said a second time, "You're my friend."
And they sat on the top of the monkey bar dome and planned their school talent show duet. And they ate lunch together. And they had a playdate.
And Naomi sees the Lord's hand in her life.
I see the Lord's hand in my life. But it is slower to see than it used to be. I search more and wait longer.
My muscles are growing.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Answer #13--It's All About Consistency
The power in prayer is cumulative.
My little acts of kindness only amount to anything in their total effect.
My children feel the importance of the temple when they notice that, "we just went to the temple a few weeks ago."
Each Family Home Evening is lonely and insignificant on its own.
Putting up with it and waiting it out and letting it go become patience in their quantity.
Our savings account grows with $50/month. It seems to shrink when I wait until we have enough money to put in.
On the other hand, something is always better than nothing.
My little acts of kindness only amount to anything in their total effect.
My children feel the importance of the temple when they notice that, "we just went to the temple a few weeks ago."
Each Family Home Evening is lonely and insignificant on its own.
Putting up with it and waiting it out and letting it go become patience in their quantity.
Our savings account grows with $50/month. It seems to shrink when I wait until we have enough money to put in.
On the other hand, something is always better than nothing.
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Monday, November 2, 2009
Does It Really Matter If Kids Close Their Eyes During The Prayer?
We've been fighting this battle for 5+ prayers a day for 8 years. (That's 14,600 prayers)
Sometimes we're mad
sometimes we whisper gently during the prayer
sometimes we ignore it and hope it will go away
sometimes we have powerful Family Home Evening lessons on respecting our Father in Heaven
sometimes we have close-your-eyes contests
sometimes we recite the five things we do during a prayer preceding every prayer
and sometimes I wonder why we bother at all.
Isn't it only really about creating a personal relationship with God? Can't that be done with their eyes open?
When do we declare defeat?
Sometimes we're mad
sometimes we whisper gently during the prayer
sometimes we ignore it and hope it will go away
sometimes we have powerful Family Home Evening lessons on respecting our Father in Heaven
sometimes we have close-your-eyes contests
sometimes we recite the five things we do during a prayer preceding every prayer
and sometimes I wonder why we bother at all.
Isn't it only really about creating a personal relationship with God? Can't that be done with their eyes open?
When do we declare defeat?
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