My little boy's prayers

Sometimes the high points of life with toddlers can be few and far between, but this was a kiss from God for my little boy and me.

Last week, when we’d visited OMSI with a friend, we had run into another girl who was the friend of my friend.  We introduced ourselves and I met her little boy Brock, 6 months older than Heidi, and hit it off and had a great time just talking.  Well last night, we got a horrified phone call from my friend, saying this girl had accidentally hit or run over her son with her car (every mom’s most horrible nightmare).  He was in critical condition at OHSU, and could we please pray like crazy for them. Of course Jeff and I did, as we drove home from our Community Group last night.

So last night as I tucked Dutch into bed, I said it was time to pray, and I started it out for him just like I always do, “Dada God, thank you for…” but he said, “No, let’s pray for Brock.”  My eyes widened, “Yes, Dutch. Let’s!”

“Dada God, help Brock get better.”  Of course my heart melted.

So today, we were thrilled to receive news that he has been stable, with a concussion and broken ribs, but on the road to full recovery. Hooray! I told Dutch the good news and he got this big smile and said, “Brock is all better!”  Of course he got embarrassed when I told him it was because he prayed to God for him, but what an encouragement to my little boy’s heart, and to mine.

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*Please continue to pray for mom Charmin & baby Brock as he continues to recover.