Miguel’s Prayer
Ever since our kids spent the week with Roy & Mary (while Michael and I were in Guatemala), they have wanted to pray and sing every night before bed. It’s good for Michael and me to be encouraged in this routine, because we have always tended to just toss kiddos into bed and not spend a lot of time with bedtime routines.
Miguel (age 4) tends to pray long rambling prayers that make me think he’s just enjoying the sound of his voice more than actually talking to God. Having filled you in thus far, I’ll let you eavesdrop on a note I wrote to a friend a few days ago.
Michael recently told Miguel that one way he can pray, if he can’t think of anything else to say, is to start with, “You are…” and then finish the sentence with a characteristic of God. So at bedtime Miguel has taken to starting his prayers that way. Michael decided he needed to start keeping a record of what Miguel says, because it’s always interesting.
Now, just a bit of background before I tell you about last night’s prayer. We got two cast-iron radiators from the Otto’s to put into our old house. The smaller one is ready to go upstairs to the bathroom, but it’s incredibly heavy, and we’re having a time of it trying to figure out how to get it up the stairs. The appliance dolly is too wide for the stairs doorway, so I suggested that Michael get some of those straps that help people lift very heavy things. But once the straps were in place, I decided I couldn’t help him carry it upstairs after all without potentially injuring myself. What a headache! I’d love to know what that thing weighs. It still sits at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for it’s ride up the stairs.
Anyway, last night Miguel started his prayer… “Dear Heavenly Father, You are… the One who can get the radiator up the stairs…”
Michael said that when he got to the house this afternoon, he half expected the radiator to be upstairs. 
Love,
Christie
P.S. Yesterday we were finally able to get that hulk of cast iron up the stairs. Michael purchased a different dolly and located some appropriate straps to use with it, and we were able to heft the radiator up, one step at a time. Michael was in the lead, heaving the dolly up, and Isaac and I were at the back end, lifting and pushing. Isaac would count off, “One, two, THREE!”, and we’d all lift to the next step. Once we finally got to the top of the stairs, we were all out of breath. I cheered and gave Isaac a big hug. What a great feeling of accomplishment!
October 20th, 2007 at 11:25 pm
This story is just as cute the second time around! I can’t believe YOU were helping with that radiator! Sounds like a good way to put yourself into labor! I am so glad to hear you got the radiator upstairs and can continue with your work on the house. It really was a huge accomplishment. Congratulations!
October 21st, 2007 at 2:21 pm
Wow! What a great story!
October 21st, 2007 at 9:33 pm
I am so grateful to God that I decided to check out your blog this evening.
I can just “see” Miguel’s prayer being prayed.
Love, hugs and kisses to all,
Mom