Prayers of Children
We will probably never know how many disasters are
averted because of the prayers of children. But because
their faith is so pure, (and Scripture says their angels
“always see the face of the Father in heaven”) wonderful
things can happen. Nancee Donavan agrees. One morning, her
second-grade daughter, Rebecca Lynn, was supposed to bring
cookies for the class treat. But Nancee had gotten a late
start baking, and the cookies weren’t ready to take on the
school bus. “I’ll finish them, and drop them off at school
‘way before lunch,” Nancee promised. Rebecca Lynn was not
happy about this, but she kissed her mom goodbye, and got on
the bus.
In an hour or so, the cookies were ready. Nancee’s husband
went out to start the car, as Nancee dressed the
three-year-old, Jerry Jay. But she didn’t hear anything.
Looking out, she realized that the car’s engine wasn’t
turning over. After about fifteen minutes, her husband came
back. “The car’s dead,” he said. “I’ve tried everything but
it won’t start.”
“What are we going to do now?” Nancy wondered aloud.
“Rebecca Lynn is going to be so disappointed.”
Little Jerry Jay looked up. “We could pray!” he suggested,
his eyes bright. The adults looked at him. “Well…” Nancee
began. But Jerry was already on his knees. “Please, God,
make the car start!” he prayed.
Nancee’s husband smiled. “I guess I’d better try it again.”
He went out, turned the ignition key—--and the engine sprang
to life. Astonished—--and before the car could change its
mind!---Nancee and Jerry jumped in, and they sped to school.
Nancee’s husband kept the engine idling, as Nancee and Jerry
brought the cookies to a delighted Rebecca Lynn, then ran
back to the car. Next stop, the mechanic. He would be back
in a few moments, they were told, so they sat down to wait.
Soon the mechanic returned, opened the hood and looked at
the car. “Who towed this in?” he asked. “No one,” Nancee’s
husband replied. “We drove it here.”
The mechanic shook his head. “You couldn’t have done that.
The battery is completely dead. It’s ice cold.”
The adults looked at each other. What a Father they served,
One who cared about every detail of their lives! And what a
lesson to remember, that God loves to give His children good
things. Even the littlest ones. “I have told many people
about our miracle,” Nancee says. “The prayers of children
are amazing.”
Joan Anderson Copyrighted by Joan Wester Anderson, used with
permission. Originally appeared on the Where Angels Walk
website,
http://joanwanderson.com .