Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Teya, my 6 year old, doesn't like to pray. I think she's only prayed once at dinner. And I've never heard her pray elsewhere. I miss her voice talking to Jesus.
Sure as a parent I have a million worries over my child: Will she grow up to love Jesus? Will she understand she is loved? Will she search for love in all the wrong places?
But this afternoon, as I was reading in Mark, I read this verse that comforted me. It reminded me that Jesus is the one who raises the dead. And he is the one who furiously loves my daughter.
I am confident that I will one day hear Teya pray. One day she will invite me in. But for now I have to rest in the fact that her relationship with Jesus (which I believe runs pretty deep) is growing.
Why? Because I know that Jesus says over my little girl "Talitha cumi." I think I'm going to join him in praying it.