Katherine loves to pray, and I’m glad. I think prayer is one of those essential spices in a hectic life that will temper the storm and add savory goodness to the calm times.
Currently, Katherine says all the prayers over meals and says prayers during our family scripture study. She also prays at night. The majority of the time, she says the exact same thing: “Thank you for mommy and daddy. Thank you for the food.” Every now and then, however, she just starts talking, and it’s always fun to hear what is truly on her mind.
This morning’s prayer she talked about how grandma and grandpa are married in the temple. I love that she knows that temples are for getting married. I hope she always remembers that.
She also talked about the Easter basket that grandma gave her this year, and she described in detail each of the gifts she got. At one point she was talking about something (I honestly couldn’t tell you what it was), but, according to her prayer, it goes “boingy, boingy, boingy, boingy, boingy, boingy, boingy, boingy.” And that would be a direct quote.
She also prayed her thanks that grandma isn’t sick anymore even though she’s been better for a full week now. She does love her grandma and grandpa.
On other occasions, she’s prayed over times when she’s disobeyed and talked honestly about what she did, why she was put in timeout, and how she did better. She’s also talked extensively about playing and riding her bike as well as her hopes to play and ride her bike. She’ll frequently mention future activities that she’s excited about as well such as her distant baptism. On many occasions she’s mentioned her favorite friends (Nosurfgirl’s daughters) and her most favorite aunt and uncle, Shelly and Doyle.
When she first started praying these long, random prayers that seemingly had no real “prayer” qualities to them, I debated guiding her towards more organized and controlled prayers. I think that would have been wrong, though, and I’m glad I didn’t. My own impatience to “get on with it” sometimes clouds the true majestic nature of a little kid praying. I can only imagine the great changes that would happen in my life if I made the choice to pray like that; truly talking to my Father in Heaven.
From the mouth of babes….
Oh, and just for the record, I do believe that might have been the first time in the history of humanity that someone has said the word “boingy” eight times in a prayer. I’m sure our humor-loving Father got a kick out of that.