A child prays and all of heaven leans in for the whisper.
“Dear God, thank you for this beautiful boy and the house that you made. Thank you for giving Jack and me as a present to Mommy and Daddy. Bless you with joy, Amen.”
This ordained praise rearranges my thoughts and reorders my loves, renews me in a kingdom truth. This prayer uncensored becomes sweet incense in the room, suspending us all in a held breath of heaven.
She is leading me to our Father, and though I falter I need only bring my scraped knees to Him.