A Fragrance * The Prayers of Children

The Prayers of the Children

They float up to heaven on the wings of their guardian angels

and their fragrance is that unknown to man,

these prayers of children.

Innocent and untainted, they flood the heavenlies with pure faith

and rest in the arms of comfort and peace,

for they have no doubt to battle with

or fainting idea's that unwind their requests.

Is there any question then,

that the wisest most powerful prayers

are those of the children.

2007 has started with an intended journey, not the kind you plan, or ask for, that other kind. The kind that tills your soil, digs down deep to churn the very core of who you are, or think you are. Because I enjoy learning so much, I find most journeys interesting, knowing that the lessons learned will be well worth every worn out pair of shoes it takes to finish. However, this journey includes my entire family, not one of us is being dismissed from this course. I end every day in tears, sometimes they are happy, sometimes not. You know the story and many of you have worn your own shoes out with me on this one. You have done the traveling and felt the pain and weariness that sinks way deep into your bones. But did you know that we have had special visitors accompany us? Did you know they were small of stature, tiny feet and hands, wide eyes full of wonder. They ran in from being outdoors and they smelled like wet dogs. They randomly checked in on you just for a kiss that left wet, red kool-aid on your cheek. They saw you crying and they stopped what they were doing and immediately wanted to know what was wrong? Many of you shared some stories with me about your children and the impact Marks story had on them. Some of you showed them Marks pictures on your computers, explained what happened to him and that now, all these people all over the world were lighting candles, saying prayers and making good wishes come his way, so that Mark could get better. Well...........

They wanted to help too. Their innocent pure hearts wanted to get involved and so they put on their best walking shoes and got in line right along side of you and me. Through these tiny warriors, Mark got blessed at bedtimes, dinner tables, on couches holding hands with their mommy's and some of them even participated in a prayer vigil that this wonderful woman arranged for all of us to gather in an organized effort. I stood in my back yard with my jams on in Marks behalf. It was a sunny late morning and the birds in my back yard hushed their songs for an important moment. I cried.

Mother's...please tell your children that Mark's Mommy is very grateful for their beautiful, lovely prayers. Show them my profile picture and say, "That Moma right there thinks you are the most wonderful child in this entire world." And I mean that. Each story that has been told to me, each comment touches me so deeply that I read them all through bleary eyes. I have been crying so much these last few days. Grateful tears that fall safely on the shoulders of all of you and the children.

I have a bff...yes, even us 40 somethings have Fristers that run to get you Starbucks when you can't. She also is my neighbor, 2 doors down. She has been reading many of you for months and finally took the plunge...yes, she is a bloggette and you cand find her here. It will be a Sweet Surrender, I'm sure!