If you’ve never known someone partially paralyzed, it may be challenging to understand just how much effort something like this takes. Yet, it has become a bedtime ritual that my wife performs regularly. She may have missed a night or two over the years, but I was unaware of it if she has.
This ritual began when our children were tiny. When we lived in a ranch-style home, she went to the doorway of each child’s room. Now that we live in a drafty old farmhouse, there are a couple of steps down into the area where the other bedrooms are. She makes her way to that doorway and prays for them there.
On more than one occasion, I have stood a ways off with a lump in my throat as she connects with the divine on behalf of her offspring. It’s a holy time, and when she is communicating with her Creator, I try to be as quiet as possible so that she’s not disturbed. We both pray for our kids, mind you, but this before-bed prayer ritual and connection for her is a special reminder to our children and me. It reminds us that some things in life belong between God and us alone.
I marvel at her steadfast devotion. I know in my heart that God smiles when she visits Him about each child entrusted to her. There is power in her nightly supplications. As her husband (and the father of her children), I can think of nothing else that assures me that a power greater than myself is watching out for my kids.
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Michael Temple writes from North Dakota.© 2002 - 2022, AnswersForMe.org. All rights reserved. Click here for content usage information.