I sat on the edge of the bottom bunk listening to Chloe pray. I love the sound of her little munchkin voice talking to God, the sweet innocence of a three-year-old. She rattled off family and friends, not leaving out one member of each family unit. I kept my head bowed and smiled.
But then she ruined it.
“And I thank you for Ella and Ellie. Thank you for their cat and the dog. I pray for their daddy…”
I’ve never had a problem with imaginary friends, but now they had entered her prayer life, and I had a moment of panic.
“…and their mommy and the baby in her tummy…”
“Yes, her mommy has a baby in her tummy,” Hannah Grace chimed in.
Great, I thought. Two crazies. Should I stop them? How far should I let this imaginary world go? We were supposed to be praying to God, not continuing our play from the day.
But I let the little voice continue as she learned to lay that which was most important to her at the feet of her Lord.
“…and I pray, I pray in Jesus’ name. Amen.”
Linking up with the Gypsy Mama for her 5 Minute Friday. When is a time that you had to change your perspective?