While it's true that you have grown up in and around the church, and that you've attended many prayer meetings in your first four years of life, this was the first time you talked to me about the prayer meeting itself and told me that you prayed--and what you prayed about.
We were in the sanctuary, and when some of the people sitting wanted to go down to the front to pray, you grabbed my hand and told me you wanted to go, too.
Your sisters asked if you wanted to stay seated with them and pray, but you told them you wanted to go pray with your Momma.
So we held hands and walked down to the front pew. I sat down and you knelt, and then you jumped up quickly to get me a tissue.
"Here you go, Momma," you said. I took it and smiled at you. You've been with me many, many times when I've been to the church to pray. You know that I'll probably need one of those.
You knelt down at the first pew, next to me, for a minute or two, and then you asked me if you could go sit with your sisters.
Later, as we were preparing to get things ready to go, I asked you if you prayed.
You said you had.
"What did you pray about?" I asked.
You whispered back at me, "I told Jesus, 'I love you in my heart.'"
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I thought of all the prayers I had sent up during the one-hour prayer meeting, hoping that they were as well-received as I KNOW that one was. And I wondered if I had said as much during my prayers.
"Jesus, I love you in my heart, too." I think, typing this.
Psalm, you are a great blessing to me, darling, and a source of great joy in my life.
I am thankful to God for you, Elizabeth Psalm Yandell.
Love,
Mommy
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