Sometimes the books we're reading aloud, especially when we're reading them at bedtime, end up coloring our nighttime prayers.
Saturday evening we all cuddled on the couch and read another chapter of Laura Ingalls Wilder's The Long Winter. It was the chapter where the blizzard comes up suddenly while the children are at school, and Laura and Carrie have to battle their way home, through blinding wind and snow, with their teacher and schoolmates. It's a harrowing passage, made moreso by the fact that they almost miss the last building in town (Laura literally runs into it with her shoulder) and blunder their way into the open prairie.
A few minutes later we were praying our bedtime prayer, thanking God for his various blessings and asking for his peace and rest for the night. Suddenly the sweet girl's voice piped up from the blankets: "And please help us not to get lost in any blizzards!"
Amen.
And by the way, I couldn't resist the post title. I think I could often stand to pray some bolder, wilder prayers...
2 comments:
Great play on words! And while literal blizzards might not be much of a concern right now, blizzards of other kinds are always rearing their ugly heads. Having to navigate those is definitely an occasion for wilder prayers!
You bet! It really did make us laugh when S. piped up with this particular prayer in September, but it's a good one nonetheless!
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