Shortly after I finished saying a night time prayer with Cheng-Yu tonight, he says..."Mo Pray-us peas, Momma". I began to pray again, thanking God for our many blessings...naming them one by one. AMEN. Then once again, I hear him say, "Mo pray-us peas, Momma". This time, I really poured my heart out praying for his birth country, birthparents and asking for God's guidance in very specific situations in our lives....once again, naming them one by one. AMEN. And yes, once again I hear the sweetest little voice. "Pray-us again, Momma!" At this point, about 45 minutes had passed and I needed a bathroom break. After my short break, I returned to pray another really long prayer. At one point I felt myself drifting off to sleep and realizing I was thanking Jesus for my backpack. Each time I would stop praying...or fall asleep, I would hear that sweet voice...."Mo pray-us peas, Momma", until he finally drifted off to sleep himself.
Some might think I was being manipulated by a 2 year old! But for me, I believe that sweet voice had another whisperer. I can't remember the last time I prayed for over an hour. It was about time:)
