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I love spending time with Tina and two of her amazing answers to prayer. After Katie Kat disappeared one fine day, Tina prayed and prayed for her return–even when her “sensible” grandma’s prayers had changed to petitions for either a quick passing or a good home somewhere for the beloved pet. Then one day, months after Katie Kat’s disappearance, Tina’s mom spotted a little gray cat in the window of a house down the street and brought her well cared for kitty back home.

Both Tina and her mom yearned for another child to share their home–a brother or sister for Tina. Then May‘s birth sister, just over a year old, came up for adoption. Cared for by the same loving foster mom who taught May that the world is a safe and happy place for children,  Eliana is a joyful, easygoing child. She takes great pleasure in snuggling with her mom, climbing just about anything, playing peek-a-boo, and “working” in her little kitchen.

To tell the truth, I hadn’t thought of 1  1/2-year-olds making plans until I went into Eliana’s room after her nap and found her sitting up, blanket positioned over her face. She’d heard me coming, and was ready to play peek-a-boo with Grandma.


What does the future hold for this beloved child? We don’t know, of course, but knowing that she’s an answer to prayer gives us comfort and hope.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11, NIV)


“Can you tell me about when I was a baby?” Stories and Prayers of Tommy and Tina

Tommy (four) and Tina (five) have recently developed a strong interest in hearing about the funny things they and their moms did when they were babies. Like when Tina reached out of her crib, grabbed the Zincofax, and treated the diaper rash in her hair, on her crib and onTommy. Arriving at the scene of destruction, Auntie Lisa grabbed her camera and snapped a picture. (There was, of course, the time that she and Maria washed their hair in Vaseline many years ago!)

Tommy likes to hear “My bouse!”, a story of Mommy and Auntie Maria when they were toddlers. Red, white and blue, the little flowered blouse with buttons in the back commanded special affection from Lisa–she even slept with it. Tommy likes to hear how Auntie Maria teased her about it, calling it her own. “No sister bouse!” Lisa howled in protest. I promised Lisa that I’d never let her sister wear her special blouse.

Wednesday night at supper, Maria says “I used to talk to you all the time when you were a baby.” Then I tell Tina, with mock indignation, that when graced with a mommy who talked to her all the time, Tina talked to her socks and the ceiling fan. Tina loves that story. (She now talks to Foot . . . .)

 Tommy likes to hear about little Auntie Anna getting up one night and laying out pieces of bread on the stairs. (Was the toddler going to make lunches for the family?)

 And he is so kind when I tell him of my visit to the NICU when he was a day old. I wanted to hold him, but when I so much as touched him he started crying. “It wasn’t your fault,” Tommy assures me.

I tell Tina how, at her second birthday party, she royally took leave of her public at the restaurant, visiting three tables peopled by strangers and bidding them farewell.

And what of their prayers? For grace on Wednesday night Tina neglects to mention the food, but she does pray, “Everybody has to listen to God.”

Tommy prays, “Help me be good at day care.” His behaviour is sometimes a challenge to the staff; may their Father in Heaven look with favour upon both Tommy’s and Tina’s prayers!

“Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.” Matthew 18:6