I confess that all too often our bedtime ritual is rushed. My prayers can sometimes be quick and rote as I rush to get everyone settled so I can take a break. But tonight, I felt led to pray 3-4 specific sentences about qualities I see developing in each of their lives.
My time with K was so tender, I just had to write it down lest I forget.
I have really enjoyed watching her blossom lately. She challenges me with her kindness, compassion, responsibility, etc... so tonight I mentioned each of these characteristics specifically as I prayed. When I finished she squeezed my neck tightly and mumbled something.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Nothing," she giggled sheepishly.
"Tell me, sweetie. I want to hear what you have to say."
"I said, 'That made my day, Mommy.'"
And with that, my heart was reminded of the powerful way our words fill (or deplete) these little hearts. I pray God will help me remember to slow down and tend these little souls--even when I am tired. There is too much at stake not to. And the reward of those little affirmations in return? Well, that made my day!