faith of a child

This is Henry at his grandmother's birthday party, blowing out a candle.

He is our dreamer, our constant child of imagination.

This past fall Henry prayed every night for his dear friend Brogan's father, who was deployed to Iraq until April of 2010. We explained to Henry when Brogan's father left in August that he would be home in April. Despite this, Henry prayed daily for Brogan's father to come home before Christmas. Several times we corrected Henry; the prayers for Brogan's father would be for him to come home safely in April, not for Christmas....Finally, we relented. God knows when he is coming home from Iraq; he'll know what Henry means.

Last week Brogan's daddy came home for Christmas. There were extenuating circumstances; it was only for a week....But I couldn't help but realize that Henry's specific prayer - the one, by the way, that his mother would have been afraid to even hope to pray for - was answered. Our God is so good and does so much more "than all we ask or imagine". Perhaps it is because we do not have the imagination of our youth.