Prayer For All

As many of you know, my life as a single mom is filled pain and joy and there is always something to do and a chore left undone. However I would much rather take my young son Caleb swimming than fold that clean load of laundry.

Through the years as a single parent Iíve tried to maintain a Christian household and uphold Christian values. We pray a lot in my family and turn to it in times of need, in time of joy, or just to sit down and have chat with God.

Caleb is ten now and Iíve noticed through the last year that he has become a deep thinker and a deeper soul. Heís quiet and introspective. He is always processing something. Well this week he completely floored me and Iím still in awe of him.

On the Sunday before the McVeigh execution, I walked out into the living room and Caleb was sitting quietly on the couch, his short legs sticking straight out. He had his hands folded and his head was erect, but his eyes were closed in prayer. The room was dark except for a small candle that had been left lit until we all went to bed.

I quietly approached him and said softly, ďHoney, what are you doing?Ē

He looked up at me and smiled then answered solemnly, ď Iím praying for Tim and for his family. They are going to be sad tomorrow. His parents will lose a son and his sisters will lose a brother. I donít know what Iíd do if I lost Joshua!Ē He was referring to his older brother. He went on to relay to me that he didnít believe in the death penalty because it just took another life and then another family would be in pain. He said he thought that there were better ways to handle the matter. He felt that if a person spent the rest of their life in jail because of their crime and came to know Godís love, then they could share that love through the prison far better than a prison minister.

Then Caleb said, ďNo offense mom, but would it be ok if I just prayed here for awhile by myself and then come to bed? Itís something that I really need to do!Ē

So of course, I agreed and left him to his thoughts. After I had finally tucked him in bed I began to ponder his words. What was this? What was this profound thinking from a ten year old? Later the next day, I began to hear these exact feelings being quietly echoed throughout the land as the final chapter to Americaís tragedy was written.

My heart ached for all the families and my heart ached for a mother and father that would no longer have their son. I was so blessed to have my two boys. I was blessed to have little Caleb. He had shown me that Godís love was infinite no matter who you were or what your circumstances were. I smiled as I settled down for the night ---- Caleb my little prayer warrior --- someday his prayers might help change the world!

Ripley, Renee [email protected]

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