For the last few nights, after we pray for Grace at bed time, she has asked if she can pray too.  She thanks God for her day and tells Him all the fun details, thanks Him for us, asks God to help Chad and I feel better and to keep her brother and sister from getting sick.  It’s so sweet.  I tend to call her sensitive and emotional, but the fact of the matter is God made her with a tender heart.  She’s caring and empathetic in a way I don’t see in most adults.   In a way I don’t see in myself.  Back to her prayer.

Last night she prayed all the things that I listed above.  But then she added this:

“Lord, please give homes to those in need.  Keep them safe and healthy.  And when I grow up and get married, I want to be a mom to kids who don’t have families.”

Those words came from my seven year-old.  Those words bring me tears.  Those words make me so proud of her, and so excited to see what God has planned for her.  Those words make me thankful for her tender heart.  That heart that makes her cry for seemingly small reasons.  That heart that wants a hug when she’s sad, happy, upset, scared, in trouble.  That heart that wants to take care of God’s people.  


I’ve prayed for a while now that God would should me how He sees my kids, how He’s gifted them, and how to guide them.  Last night He made it abundantly clear how He has gifted Grace.  Thank you Jesus for that.

Lord, thank you for Grace.  Thank you for showing me one of her gifts.  God, I ask for wisdom for how to guide that, to grow it, to encourage it, and how I can learn from it.  Lord, I am so humbled by her tender heart.  Thank you for Grace.  Thank you for trusting me with her.