Sweet Moment

Last night, my children and I read three books together at bedtime as we always do. I kissed them and told them to have a good night. I left the room to go to my own bed which was beckoning me as I have been ill.

As I crossed the house, I heard the quick pitter patter of little feet behind me and in a very excited and incredulous voice, my son said, "Mommy, you forgot to pray with us."

My heart was warmed and I was thankful for all of the people that teach my children about Jesus at church. I was thankful for how special it is for us to pray together at night.

Well, needless to say, I immediately went back into their rooms and we said our prayers, something I can't believe I forgot, but that I'm glad my son didn't.