Worth the Fight.

Today, while daydreaming, I remembered a time in kindergarten when my teacher asked me to say a blessing before we went to lunch. I suppose this was before "they took prayer out of the schools" (which this statement never made sense to me, because who can take away something that happens in the soul?

This memory is special to me now because I can see God gently sweeping me into His story at a fragile age. I hardly ever attended church as a child, but my mom still told me about Jesus and about praying. I even had a bible that my grandma bought me when I was born. Sometimes, mom would read it to me.

I remember that everyday before lunch my teacher would ask someone to pray, and everyday someone would say prayer. It was always a rhyming prayer, almost like a poem, something that was taught in sunday school or something: "God is great, God is good, let us thank him for our food...." and so on. This was the FIRST time I had ever heard this. I remember thinking, "this must be the right way to pray... I really hope I don't get asked to pray because I don't know how this goes."

Then one day, I was asked to "say the blessing."

I don't remember what I said, but I remember it was not the rhyming prayer. I took a deep breathe...

And prayed.

After the Amen, I looked up and my teacher had tears in her eyes. I don't know why. But she later told my mom how it was the sweetest prayer she had ever heard. (Then my mom wanted me to pray at every family function... I don't think my any of my prayers have ever lived up to that one I prayed in kindergarten.)

I'm not writing this to puff myself up at all, but I just remember this and think of how tender the heart of a child must be. How vulnerable our hearts can be in the days of our childhood... I'm sure at that moment, I was having a conversation with the Almighty... just me and my Daddy.
Yet, my heart saddens at the thought of how fast I ran from Him as I grew a little older.
But how thankful am I that He pursued me and wooed me back to His heart!
A little sappy... but, man, God just didn't let go... and I had no clue that He was fighting for my heart through all the hell that my childhood endured. Oh, what

When I had no daddy... He was holding my heart in his hands.
When I moved from house to house... He was making a home for me in eternity.

He thought I was worth the fight.
And you just can't compete with that kind of love...