Her face lights with anticipation. "Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Oh my. She is so certain of my answer. She actually believes I have a desire to grant her request for "petz" or "phfaces" or "ban-ban-a" or "dink."
She makes me wish I did have one. Her "prayer" compels me from my concentration to lavish something good on her, despite the interruption. Her excited gratitude that I have listened (even though she expected - no, coached - my happy response) knocks my spirit over.
I wonder, when was the last time I prayed with that faith in the goodness of God? Omnipotent God, who isn't annoyed by my prayer, omnipresent God, whose work isn't interrupted by anyone or anything, a God who is Love, who would not give His children a stone when they ask Him for bread. When have I prayed as this little child, certain I am praying His will for me?
The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime,------------------------
And in the night His song shall be with me—
A prayer to the God of my life.
Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God;
For I shall yet praise Him,
The help of my countenance and my God.
- Ps. 42:8, 11
This post also linked at Holy Experience for Walk With Him Wednesday.
(image from sxc)