Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep- A Conversation With Prayer

The golden haired girl looks forward to Friday mornings at school.

Friday mornings are scripture class. A chance to learn about god, colour in pictures of Noah and his menagerie and most importantly a chance to pray.

The golden haired girl prays every chance she gets. To her childlike mind it is not entirely dissimilar to talking to Santa Claus or making wishes except that she remembers to be grateful.

Thank you God for Mummy and Daddy.

Thank you God for my brothers and sisters.

Thank you God for all my toys and my dancing lessons.

Please God make Daddy better.

Please God let me get to go to the Circus.

Please God let me be a Ballerina when I grow up.

The golden haired girl learn younger than most that not all prayers are answered.

She does learn however that when you least expect it god has a way of showing you he is listening.

It’s a Saturday night in the middle of Winter, she is 8 years old and she is going to the footy with her mum and dad. She is wearing her big Parka in the colour of Easts Roosters. She isn’t too excited about going to the footy but a night alone with her mum and dad now that is special.

As they are driving they drive past a big tent all lit up- a circus that had come to the town next to the one they lived in. Her dad suggests that since they are running early they could stop and have a quick look.

They look at the elephants and the animals, they play 2 games and she looks at her dad “is it time to go yet?” “Well why don’t we just stay here instead”. There are not words for how happy she is. A perfect night at the circus. A perfect memory.

Thank you God for Mummy and Daddy.

Thank you God for my brothers and sisters.

Thank you God for letting me go to the Circus (she in fact thanked god every night for this for a year until her sister that shared a room with her exasperated said “I think God knows that you’re grateful for the Circus already”).

Please God make Daddy better.

Her dad never did get better by the end of the Winter the following year he had gone to Heaven.

But she still got to go to the Circus, a perfect night, a perfect memory.

A prayer answered.

golden haired girl

Linking up with the amazing Josefa for Conversations Over Coffee- Conversations with Prayer.

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11 thoughts on “Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep- A Conversation With Prayer

  1. What a lovely memory to have. I do love the comment, from your sister, though I doubt we can ever give too many prayers. It is wonderful that you did learn that prayers can be answered, even though sadly your other prayer was not. Beautiful storytelling, as usual.

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