I was listening to a conversation my son Marques and his freinds Creston and Brittanie were having. They were talking about where God lives. Creston started the conversation by looking at the clouds. He said that's where God lives. Brittanie and Marques both said UH-UH God lives just beyond the moon.

I was so proud and touched by this. I think it is so great that the kids can openly talk about God. I have taught all of my children how to pray. They say The God is good prayer before eating and the now I Lay me down to sleep prayer before going to sleep at night. Even my two year old prays with us. Even though she usually just repeats the last couple of words. When we do the God Bless Mom part she adds people of her own.

-- Melinda (speciallady104@hotmail.com), April 01, 2002

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Don't forget the God bless Grandma and Grandpa part. Love Mom

-- Cindy (S.E.IN) (atilrthehony_1@yahoo.com), April 01, 2002.

Don't worry we say that part too and if I forget, they are quick to remind me of who I forgot.

-- Melinda (speciallady104@hotmail.com), April 01, 2002.

My six-year-old knows the names of all the missionaries our church prays for. He lists them every time he prays, even at meals. He also prays for a little girl who came to Sunday school only three times, asking that God would help her mommy and daddy to bring her to church and Sunday school (they are separated, and the little girl has been made into a bouncy ball between the two; there is no stability).

All of my children have their own lists of people they always pray for and even the youngest (age three) listens to prayer requests at church and adds them to her prayers.

I love to listen in to my children's conversations about God. They are so perceptive, and their faith is so simple.

-- Cathy N. (eastern Ontario) (homekeeper86@sympatico.ca), April 01, 2002.

I am not wanting to start a discussion on the Name of God or anything like that - please don't misinterpret this post. I just was reading along here and a remembrance came flooding in. Two springtimes ago. By our table. A young man of six. Were you six then, Wheat? Or were you seven? I totally forget - please forgive me.

But one thing I do recall. You sang. Before you sang out so boldly, in front of all of us, your hushed melody like the song of a lark, climbing ever higher and then falling gracefully, your careful mother (my friend) told us in all solemnity, "Wheatie composed this song."

Your voice was sweet, stalwart, warrior like, youthful - the youthfulness possessed by someone yet so very early on his life's sojourn. It was all in minor keys, wasn't it, Wheatie? I closed my eyes that evening and sensed God's Spirit more real than I had in a long time...

..."and a child shall teach them..."

You sang the Name of the Lord in Hebrew - simply - "YAHVAH" - o'er and again, your voice attuned to the Spirit that moved you. I think the words were "I love you, Yahvah..." Something like that. Over and over...so purely sung, so without guile. Thank you, young man.

Yes, the children are precious in His sight. Many of you are so blessed to have raised your babies to manhood and womanhood -- others are young mothers just now in the throes of whatever "crisis" of childhood (teen-hood?) is current in your homes. Some mothers are going through the selfish, ungrateful years of their child's rebellion against all authority - and that can strike early these days.

I myself have never experienced the pleasures of motherhood (or for that matter, its sorrows.) I don't complain - for I know the Lord has His answers and someday I'll know even as I am known. For now we see through a glass darkly...but then - face to face...

Until then, I will marvel at the beauty and splendor of children...the innocence and love that they inspire. And I will never, ever forget Wheatie's Song in the night...

alexandra

-- alexandra (singingfalls@tymewyse.com), April 01, 2002.