My Prayer Life - Part 5 - "Saying Grace"

Part 5:

By this time we had about lived our bank balance up trying to farm and buy equipment. My husband had taken a job with an Implement store. He was sent to Denver to a week's school to learn the parts department, so we went and stayed with my oldest brother who was a preacher.

My brother, Lawrence and his daughters

This too, we saw later, was the leadership of the Holy Spirit, because each morning my brother's family sat down to breakfast and each of them prayed. We listened as they talked to Jesus as easily as if He was there at the table. My brother could make love to Jesus in a way that it made you love them both. We joined in this time with them each morning "awkwardly." I remember because we had not brought Christ out in the open at our house. When we got home again, we felt ashamed as we sat down at the table that had not been accustomed to prayer. My husband said, (and I was so thrilled it was his decision), "We are going to start offering our thanks at the table." This pleased our little son as much as it did me and he never let us forget. At first we didn't know if we should give thanks for just a snack, and we would sometimes start without bowing, but our boys would remind us. Even our oldest, 3 years old and our second son, big enough to sit in his high chair would close his eyes and jabber something. One of the first words he learned was "Amen."

I began to teach my boys to kneel and pray and they would add their own, "God bless Grandma and Granddaddy...." and many, many more names. One night our oldest stopped in his prayer and asked, "Mama, God bwess Wussel, too?" Russel was an uncle who didn't go to church, and we loved him very much. I said, "Yes, honey, God bless Russel, too!" Russel was saved not many years after that and God has blessed Russel, too!!

Sweet Uncle Russel

Read the next entry in my prayer journey - "Afraid I Would Die"