Say a Little Prayer

In a moment of heartbreak, when I thought we were going to lose a family friend, a brother,

someones little boy, I cried. The boy is very ill and we didn't know if he would make it through

the night. Charlie asked me why I was crying so I told him. The babies and I all held hands

and I explained to them that it's good to pray by yourself, but it's even more powerful and important

when we pray in big numbers. I don't think Charlie fully understood but he followed my lead and

held onto his sisters' hands, squeezed his eyes shut tight and he prayed as best as he knew how.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so honest with him, in telling him that we could lose this boy.

But in the moment, I did what I thought was right.

After our prayer we went about our day and while doing some laundry,

this is what I saw when I walked into the living room:

He really did get it. He kept telling me throughout the day that he was saying prayers in his head

for the boy, Rich. He really does listen when I talk to him.

As of now, Rich is doing much better but is still not out of the woods yet.

If you can, say a little prayer for him and his family.