I learned a lesson while visiting my goddaughter’s church: a prayer is like a hug.
During the commemorations of the Great Entrance one Sunday, my name and my family’s names were mentioned–a wonderful gift of prayer. I was visiting my mother-in-law’s church, standing near my goddaughter. When my goddaughter heard my name, she gleefully slipped over and swooped her arms around me in an embrace.
My heart warmed, and I realized that’s what lifting someone else up in prayer is like. If I think of prayer as a way of extending that gesture, rather than a set of words I have to recite (which can feel cold and useless), then prayer becomes much more exciting, relational, and tender.
This proves to me (once again) that sometimes kids have more instinctive wisdom when it comes to the faith–at least more than I do.