Yesterday we had our friend Kyle over for supper, and my heart smiled so much at the love my boys have for Jesus...
As we sat down to eat, right before we prayed, Zack said to Kyle, "Kyle, I know something very sad."
"What is so sad, Zack?" Kyle asked.
"You don't know Jesus." Zack answered sadly.
"You're right, I don't." Said Kyle.
"He lives high in the sky..." Zack started slowly.
"Maybe that's why I don't know Him." Kyle said.
"But He lives in my heart." Zack finished.
Then later, as we were putting the boys to bed, Nathan wanted Kyle to pray for him. Kyle looked at Nathan and said, "But I don't know how."
Nathan quickly sat up in his bed, and said, "Here's your lesson. Fold your hands like this. Then say: Dear Jesus, play hockey, Amen. That's it!"
So I said to Nathan, "So you're telling Kyle that all he needs to do is say 'Dear Jesus' and whatever he's thinking about, and then say 'Amen'. Right?"
"Yep! That's the lesson."
So Kyle reluctantly said, "Okay Nathan, I'll pray for you... Dear Jesus, please protect Nathan while he sleeps. Amen."
"Thank you Kyle," Nathan said, "I love you."
I love that my kids aren't afraid to say what is so hard for adults to convey. Thank You God for teaching Kyle the simplicity of prayer through my little boy.