We headed to church today at noon for a prayer walk around campus before the grand opening this weekend.
After opening as a large group, our family of four visited the children's ministry area, the junior high room, our senior pastor's office, and the new sanctuary. We held hands, stood in a circle, and prayed aloud in each place.
And I cried.
Sitting in the room where I'll teach Bible study, I listened to Audrey pray:
"Dear God, Let Mom speak only what you want her to say and what you want these women to hear from you..."
Sitting in "our" new seats in the new worship center, I listened to Emma pray:
"Dear God, Let everyone who sits in these seats hear your Word and understand your Word and love your Word...."
My heart ached and my eyes teared up and I was awed and humbled. They pray with such power, such passion, such confidence. And they're eleven and nine. I can only imagine how they'll continue to grow. O God, what a gift you've given me in my girls. Help me love them well.
Of course, they also pray with their eyes open, because they both said, "Are you crying, Mom?"