Last Sunday I ran into a former student and his mother. She is such a sweet lady, always very friendly and kind. Her son is a good boy, quiet, never in trouble. I hadn't seen them in a couple of years.
As we laughed and talked, catching up on what life has been like since last we met, she asked how I am. I knew what she meant. The cancer. For, the last time I saw her was when I was still at war with that beast. I smiled, looked at her and said, "I am doing really well. Cancer free."
Oh, the smile that crossed her face!
But what she did after that was even better. She looked at her son and told him I don't have cancer anymore. And reminded him they had prayed for me. He remembered.
Take that in, people. Not only had my adult friend prayed for me, she had led her son to pray for me.
She is not alone. I have several other friends who I know specifically led their children to pray for me. I'm not talking the cursory comments of ya'll pray for Mrs. Million. I'm talking about people who sincerely led their young children to and in prayer.
As I looked at my husband and told him about a gift this momma had given me I began to think about other mommas whose children had brought me small gifts full of meaning and value. Things I treasure today.
What I treasure most, though, is knowing there are mommas out there teaching their kids to pray. Teaching them to care and love. Teaching them that people are important. Teaching them to share the love of Jesus.
Thank you, ladies. You know who you are. There is no better gift you can give your children than to teach them about that sweet hour of prayer. There is no better gift you could have ever given me.
