It’s that time of year. I got a call from our carpooling mate tonight saying that she was keeping her daughter home because she was sick. The flu shots are everywhere. And I’m curled up on the couch with two pairs of socks, two layers of sweatshirts, and a blanket over me.
Mister Man asked what was wrong, and I told him that I wasn’t feeling too well. He looked at me seriously and said that he knew how to make me feel better.
Really, Kiddo? How can you make me feel better?
All you need to do is have someone not you pray for you.
Ahhhh, that’s a good point. Will you pray for me, Mister Man?
Yeah! Sure I will, Mommy.
Can I hear what it sounds like when you pray for me?
Ok. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen. He very seriously and slowly did the sign of the cross on his own, folded his hands, and looked to the sky.
Dear Lord, Please help my mommy to feel better really soon. Thank you. Amen. In the name of the Father, and of the Song, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.
While my cold may not be gone, I somehow feel so much better anyway.