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“Mom, he’s looking at
me.” Mom, he’s in my space.” “He won’t stop touching
me.”
“He’s laughing at me.”
“Quit bugging me!”
These are phrases
that I am sure you have heard one time or another,
while traveling in your vehicle. On long trips, such as
vacations, we use our DVD player and video games to help
“crowd control.” However, the short 20 minute ride to
and from church 4 times a week can be very stressful.
While my husband and I are trying to get our minds on
our duties for that service, the cries come from the
back of the van.
So when our Kids Prayer
leader suggested a “prayer drive” for our Monday
night prayer session, I was a little skeptical.
A prayer drive is when you get in your vehicle, and the
kids pray for specific places you drive by; such as City
Hall, the airport or other churches. You pray for
people outside, perhaps a person waiting for a bus,
someone with a disabled car, children in a park.
Whatever comes to your mind. My two boys are in that
group and I was afraid of what would happen. We decided
to do it.
That night, we had 4
kids that came to prayer. We told them what we were
going to do and they were excited. We got them
securely fastened in the van and off we went. The first
stop was City Hall. We got out and the kids prayed for
the leaders of the city, that God would help them with
the important decisions they make. The next stop was
the airport. We asked the kids what things we could
pray for: safety for the travelers, the air traffic
controllers, our missionaries that travel and other
people from our church that travel. As we drove past
the airport, we heard each child pray in their own way
for the things that were mentioned. The sound of these
children praying was absolutely beautiful. Each prayer
was heartfelt and sincere.
As we began to drive
through a neighborhood, we talked about some needs we
could pray for. When my 6 year old son began praying
for this neighborhood, it seemed that the
atmosphere in the van changed. The kids began to
pray for children outside playing, that drugs would not
come into the neighborhood, that the people would find
God, that God would keep the children safe. On and on
the praying went. There wasn’t a moment of silence from
that point until we returned to church. There was no
fighting, no teasing, no laughing, just the sounds of
kids praying. It was amazing. The kids were
touching God for things that we, as adults,
perhaps don’t think about. Heaven’s throne was
touched that night by some heavy duty prayers--not from
adults, but from kids. |
