There are certain children in my home who still don’t take a shine to our nightly prayer times. Some children, in fact, who need to be called to the family room more than once.
What an amazing thing it was last night when our very youngest, not yet 18 months old, carefully and painstakingly balanced herself on the hassock, kneeling and folding her little hands, ready for prayers to start.
I noticed we got slightly less resistance from the usual suspects, too.
Oh my goodness…that is the sweetest thing I have ever seen! She’s your saint!
Lovely. 🙂
Precious!
i love when the little ones lead us.