A few weeks ago I was teaching our Primary class. It was our last week in the Summerfield Ward and I was a bit melancholy. We had grown attached to our ward, our neighbors, and our callings. Leaving some of those kids was sad for me. I guess I'm always a little apprehensive when it comes to change.
Since Anna was put on bed rest just a few days earlier, she wasn't able to attend! The kids were so sad. I told them that Anna was having some "problems being pregnant". I also told them that this would be our last week teaching them. For the most part they seemed pretty sad, (although I'm sure there were some that were overjoyed)! :-)
At the conclusion of our lesson I asked for a volunteer to say the closing prayer. (Now keep in mind I usually ask for a volunteer but generally end up forcing someone to say it.) Unexpectedly, a young man raised his hand... unusual, but not necessarily unheard of. I was expecting a quick, let's get out of here, type of prayer; but what I got was quite different. This young man thanked Heavenly Father for letting us teach them, he asked that we would be blessed, and he ended his prayer by sincerely asking our Father in Heaven to help "Sister Hale" through her pregnancy.
Needless to say, I was touched. I sometimes think that all too often what I say goes in one ear and out the other. I was humbled. I learned that not only are these children listening to so many things we have to say, but they are also tender, loving, concerned, and thoughtful! I was forever affected by this child's prayer.
"Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high" (Hymns no. 145)
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