Today, as we were driving back home, we passed an apartment complex that was once familiar.
Mailey yelled out "Mommy! That's Jacks house!"
Distracted and tired, I sorta glanced over and gave a complimentary, mmmhmm.
A few minutes went by, and I saw Mailey staring deep in thought at me in the rearview mirror.
"What are you thinking about MaiMai?"
"Jack doesn't come to church anymore mama."
"I know love, I'm sorry."
"I don't know baby. Jack's having a hard time."
"But Jack loves Jesus right?"
"Right now Jack thinks he doesn't"
Long pause. Then as we got home, Mailey asked if we could pray for him. So I said of course we could and bowed my head and waited for Mailey to begin praying for Jack. This is what followed.
"God, I want to pray for Jesus right now. God, I'm just sorry Jack doesn't love Jesus, please tell Jesus to not be sad. And I just want Jesus to not have hurt feelings and I'm sorry Jack isn't nice right now. Please help Jesus not to cry and help him love Jack still."
She wanted to pray for the King of all Kings...the risen One... the Lamb slain for the sins of the world. My darling little daughter could only think that it must hurt Jesus terribly that Jack would turn his back on Him; And in her deepest sincerity, she did the best she could for him. She prayed for Jesus.
And I sat there, a grin on my face, tears in my eyes and an aching heart.