This morning at about 6:30, I am awakened by a gentle tugging on my shoulder. Rousing myself out of a gloriously deep sleep, I frantically search for my glasses. Once be-goggled, I look up to see Hannah, grinning from ear to ear.
"It worked, Mama. It really worked," she practically whispered.
"What worked?"
"My prayer. Last night I asked Heavenly Father to help me not to dream about the bad witch in Snow White giving me the sleeping death. And it worked! I didn't have any bad dreams."
"Oh, Hannah, I am so glad you didn't have a bad dream. See, God does answer our prayers. I'm so proud of you."
"I also prayed that we would not be silly today and that my hair would grow much longer REALLY fast."
Well...I guess one out of three ain't bad.
10 comments:
can you ask Hannah to pray that I'll have a good hair day and that the directTV guy will be here on time? thanks.
great vignette from your life + well told. what a sweetie, that Hannah
Love it! That "sleeping death" is scary stuff...
that's so cute. while hannah's at it, have her ask for cole's third birthday party today to go smoothly- no tantrums, no mess and no headache for mom.
I think I'm going to pray not to dream about the bad witch giving me the sleeping death, either. That would scare me, let alone a five year old. Good thing her prayer worked!
I love it.
When I was little, I prayed to find my Barbie shoes that I lost and it worked. She'll remember this experience for the rest of her life! What a cutie!
How lucky for her that her mom has taught her to pray.
What a cutie! :)
Too sweet!!! Oh to have the faith of a child. I loved reading about her little miracle. What a cute girl!
Ahhh, the power of prayer. :-)
Cute story!
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