I should have written this sooner because it happened last week and is a little fuzzy in my mind now, except the 2 main details.
One night (well early morning really) last week Adaline came into our room to sleep on our floor since she was scared. This has been a regular occurrence as of late-- one of those childhood stages. Well, that morning Chuck was up with her trying to soothe her fears and encouraged her to say a prayer to ask for comfort. I was in and out of sleep, so I didn't hear all the conversation that transpired, but I did hear her say, "He doesn't hear me right now. He's listening to someone else's prayer!" Was this my 4-year-old talking? I remember wondering those kind of things around age 10, but at 4?? It surprised me. But my heart felt relief a few moments later after the prayer was said when I heard her say with complete assurance, "I changed my mind, Daddy. He was listening to my prayer." And went sweetly back to sleep.
Not sure what my sweetheart said to reassure her, but whatever he did, he helped restore the wavering faith of a 4-year-old. Good job, honey!
PS- Lest you be misled, I am actually the one up with my kids in the middle of the night 98% of the time, but I'm so grateful for a husband who will fill in occasionally when I've already been interrupted many times in one night or when he happens to be sleeping lightly once in a while!
PPS- Happy Birthday, Hayden! 9 years old today!
