From her lips to God's ears
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This morning at about 6:30, I am awakened by a gentle tugging on my shoulder. Rousing myself out of a gloriously deep sleep, I frantically search for my glasses. Once be-goggled, I look up to see Hannah, grinning from ear to ear.
"It worked, Mama. It really worked," she practically whispered.
"What worked?"
"My prayer. Last night I asked Heavenly Father to help me not to dream about the bad witch in Snow White giving me the sleeping death. And it worked! I didn't have any bad dreams."
"Oh, Hannah, I am so glad you didn't have a bad dream. See, God does answer our prayers. I'm so proud of you."
"I also prayed that we would not be silly today and that my hair would grow much longer REALLY fast."
Well...I guess one out of three ain't bad.
"It worked, Mama. It really worked," she practically whispered.
"What worked?"
"My prayer. Last night I asked Heavenly Father to help me not to dream about the bad witch in Snow White giving me the sleeping death. And it worked! I didn't have any bad dreams."
"Oh, Hannah, I am so glad you didn't have a bad dream. See, God does answer our prayers. I'm so proud of you."
"I also prayed that we would not be silly today and that my hair would grow much longer REALLY fast."
Well...I guess one out of three ain't bad.
