Jesus loves the little chil-dren,
All the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
They are precious in His sight.
Jesus loves the little children of the world.

As I drove my youngest son to school today, I felt impressed to pray for him before he left the vehicle. I know that many of you probably do this on a regular basis with your children. And even though I pray for kids, most of the time it is without them knowing or being involved in the prayer itself. But immediately, after I had committed in my mind to do so, I was flooded with thoughts of holding up the car line, I would be running late for work and so on. The enemy did not want me to pray for my son and was using all of the tactics possible to keep me from doing it. So before any more thoughts could formulate I pulled over before coming up to the school and turned to Ethan, who by now had a very puzzled look on his face. I announced to him that I wanted to pray for him before he left the car to enter the school building.

I took his hand in mine and begin to pray. I prayed over him things I didn’t even think I would mention, but they simply came from a place inside me that knew better about what I should pray than I did myself. When finished we were both crying, but we were both at peace and felt better for doing it.

Now I don’t know what might have happened if I didn’t pray, but that’s not important to me. The important thing is that I obeyed instead of giving in to the excuses not to pray.

It never ceases to amaze me how the Spirit of God works in and through us. The urgings we receive and shake them off so easily. I am glad to know that the Holy Spirit in me knows what and how to pray for things that I don’t.

Sometimes I don’t feel like praying, but know that I need to. And after I have forced myself to pray, I find that I pray longer, harder and for things that I had not considered to pray for at the onset of prayer.

Let me leave you with this one question, “How much time do you give to earnest prayer”?