I noticed Isabelle writing on a piece of paper which is not unusual. When I realized she had been writing for quite some time I glanced at her paper and the moment I read her words I was catapulted into emotional reality. She was writing prayer requests on the form that can be placed into the offering plate to then be prayed over by church staff.
She, with childlike faith, listed petitions close to her heart.
Names of family that don't know Jesus
Aunt Tiffany's migraines
Her desire to find her lost Bible
She also declared that she was a Christian
Precious. Just precious.
I often feel silly when sending petitions of my own to others. I have over analyzed my neediness and allowed that to play into what I've asked others to pray for. For a moment, today, I wondered if allowing Isabelle to place her requests in the offering plate was silly. Not Isabelle. Without abandon, she sought to ask if anyone would join her in placing her petitions before the Throne of Grace. That moment passed, and so did the offering plate carrying my girl's requests on to any prayer warrior willing to bend a knee.
"...if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." Matthew 17:20
"And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me." Matthew 18:5