noah's sweet prayer

My son. I love him more than I have words to describe. He along with his sister are my little joys. One thing I've learned on my journey as a mother thus far...seasons. All things, good and bad, come in seasons.

Right now my sweet boy is going through what I've dubbed the "crumple" season. When things aren't to his liking...he crumples. The crumple is usually accompanied by a pitiful moaning sound and a sideways glance to see if Mommy is paying attention. This seasonal attitude started slow, as most do, but has gained significant momentum of late.

That brings me to last nights events. Kids were playing nicely, we'd just read a couple of books, and it was time for a shower and bed. Upon announcing it was time to head upstairs Noah, you guessed it, crumpled. This displeased him so much so that he decided to ignore my warning and pitch a rather royal fit about it. The next twenty minutes tested both my patience, endurance, and most of all reliance on the Lord for strength. When he finally regained his composure and self control I sat him in the rocking chair in his room. I was kneeling on the floor in front of him and we began to talk about the choices he'd made that evening. That was all he needed to get the ball rolling....

For the next 10 minutes my sweet little man preached on about his sin, Jesus love, and how Satan is not true. He let me know that Satan is not true, and is also a tricker. He likes to tell you that it's fun and okay to disobey and have a fit, but that is not true. Jesus is true. I didn't have the heart to interrupt him, the kid was on fire! But, I heard Ava in the hall getting a little anxious, and asked Noah if he was ready to pray. Bear in mind his usual response when asked this question is "I don't want to pray" in the whiniest voice he can muster. This time, however, he replied "Sure!" The prayer then went something like this...

"Dear Jesus, fank (thank) you for vis (this) day and please forgive me for my bad attitude and for disobeying. And Jesus I want you to come live in my sto...(he started to say stomach)...heart. And please help God da (the) Fadder (Father), and Jesus da (the) Son, and da (the) Holy Spiwit (Spirit) to come and make the Twinity (Trinity) in my heart. And help Satan to go away because he is not twue (true)."

When he was through I couldn't hold back my tears. He didn't understand but I assured him they were tears of joy.