I was driving a child to school this morning and he sat in the back seat telling me about his morning and what he had for breakfast and who he was going to see in school and what his sister did and on and on and on. Then after a very short pause to catch his breath he said, " . . . . and I prayed for my mom last night."
I asked him, "Did you pray that Jesus would make your mommy better?"
He just said, "Yeah."
Then he asked me to put some music on the radio and he was quiet the rest of the way.
