I keep thinking of Noah, my 4 year old, prayer at Easter dinner.
Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for Kat and Sally (our guests), Papa, Big Sissy, Sam, Baby Girl, Mama, me and for my powers and that I'm Electric Company Dinosaur and Jesus loves me. Amen.
As you can imagine there were several snickers, especially when he thanked Heavenly Father for his powers...
But in my heart I was happy. Why? Because Noah wasn't worrying about what anyone else thought. He was talking to God and thanking him for what was important to Noah.
There is a lesson in that for us all. Prayer at it's most basic level is a conversation with God. I want my children to learn reverence and respect. But I never want them to forget that through prayer they can build a personal relationship with their Heavenly Father. I want them to know that he loves them and will always listen to them even if its about something someone else may consider silly.
It has also made me think about my prayers. Do I really share what matters to me or do I say what I think I'm supposed to say or do.