MOTHER was very sick! Only Daddy and the nurse could go into her room.
“It’s forever since I saw my mother,” sighed Freddy:
“Seems as if we can’t stand it much longer,” said Jim.
“I told the doctor yesterday that if he didn’t get Mama well, I’d have to do something.”
“I’ve tried to pray,” said Judy. “Oh, I forgot,” confessed Jim.
“I don’t pray ‘cause Mama isn’t here to help me,” sobbed Freddy.
Judy’s face grew red. She was supposed to be a little mother to them, and here they were forgetting to pray! “Let’s do it together,” she said. And so, the three knelt down and prayed, asking God to make mother better.
A few days later, Daddy came downstairs smiling, and Mama’s room was open; she was better. Then little Freddy said, “You know what, Daddy? We prayed!”
The Lord attends when children pray,
A whisper He can hear;
He knows not only what we say,
But what we wish or fear.
ML-06/07/1964