God Smiles When Children Pray

One of my favorite times of the day is supper time, not just because we are having mashed potatoes with butter, but because my grandson Wyatt likes to pray over his food.  He folds his sweet little hands and smiles so big at his Uncle Ben and Papa as we thank God for the food, but his favorite part is the end, when he gets to say with gusto, "A-Men".  Sometimes, he insists that we pray for the food several times and we do because we think it is adorable, but most of all because it makes Wyatt smile, and I would set my hair on fire to see that little boy smile.

 Last Sunday in church, Wyatt noticed that everyone had their head bowed and so he folded his hands and bowed his head, but apparently the prayer was going way too long for him, so periodically during the prayer, he would say, "A-men" quite emphatically to try to hurry things along, and finally gave it up and started playing with his cars in the church pew.  But for that moment when Wyatt joined us in prayer, I know that God must have smiled.