tonight the kids prayed for/thanked God for:my Jesus my country my shower that no one would have boo boos that my sisters would pray to have Jesus in their heart like me for other people who know Jesus all over the world like Africa and North Carolina for our new house
ok aside from melting my heart. it was a reminder to me that my prayers don’t have to be perfect, long, well rehearsed, full of church words or anything elaborate. he just wants to hear my heart, words of faith, with expectations, spoken with humility and complete transparency, words of brokenness. he just wants to hear me. to sit with with him. to talk. to listen. to wait. to be still.