Musings Of A Five Year Old; Let's Rock & Roll Episode 2.

'Amen' 'Amen' 'Amen'

My then two year old now five was saying Amen in response to my prayers. But the most surprising thing is, I wasnt praying in actual words. I was speaking in other tongues and we were in the bathroom. So it wasn't like I was alone somewhere in prayer mode. I was shocked to say the least.

PRESENT DAY

'Mum are you praying'?

'Yes I am'

'Can you teach me how to pray like that'?

I was taken aback again but I said yes then proceeded to lay my hand on his head and pray for him to receive the power of the Holy Ghost with evidence of speaking in tongues.

I am sure you are wondering why I would do that and how did I think a 5 year old will be able to speak in tongues? I don't know how too, but mine is to obey, because the Bible says out of the mouth of babes and sucklings, God has perfected praise.

In this journey of intentional parenting, I have learnt to take advantage of the seemingly innocent and carefree moments I have with my kids. I have come to realise that they are more receptive at this time than when you are correcting them for bickering or for not sharing.

The conversations I have with my kids during bath time or at times when we are just relaxing always leaves me in awe.

I hope you find my post refreshing and inspiring as always. ❤❤❤

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