Power of the Prayer.

One day, a few years ago I came home and was not happy with what I arrived to. My little brother Jack had been his playful self during my absence and while on the top bunk of his bed he was doing something, that made him fall to a distressed, tile floor. I was just trying to imagine how that possibly could have happened. But falls can honestly happen to any little child when being supervised or when they are not. I was scared when I came in and found out what happened. Jack was lying on the couch sleeping. I was told that he has been and will be waking up just about every thirty minutes and would complain for a good amount of time and my mom would comfort him and maybe put some ice where he fell and Jack would soon fall back to sleep. I have an extremely insane amount of love for my little brothers. So, my plan was not about to go into my room and pretend he did not just get hurtand continue with the rest of my activities. So, I stayed in the living room and told my mom that when he was to wake I will sit next to him and take care of him. The first time there, it was just what my mom told me would happen. Although the second time was what made it worth it for me. Jack woke up, I began rubbing his head, and attempting to calm him down.  What that precious little boy said, grabbed at my heart and would not let go. Jack sat up and asked me, "Will you pray for me?" My first thoughts were that I was surprised Jack would even know the meaning behind that question and that he had the courage to ask! His wish was granted and I prayed for my little brother. I was filled with joy with how much better he felt later on. I just love that kid, HE is the one who fills me with joy..