Me: "I hurt my thumb, Sweetie."
Troy: "Mama pulled her thumb, Sarah and it hurts."
Sarah was looking at me intently from my right, where she sits at the table. I could see her in my peripheral vision, as she watched to see if I was okay...
After a few moments of me trying to suck in the tears...Sarah reached out with her hand, put it on my right arm and said,
"Dear Jesus, bless Mama....heal owies...make her all better...Jesus' name....Amen."
What a feeling to hear your daughter pray for you of her own free will.
I grabbed her and gave her a huge hug, looked at Troy and saw his eyes had teared up, too.
Then Sarah said, "what happened?"
Me: "Mama is very happy, Honey, that you prayed for me."