So, as the days fly by and Emilie's baptism approaches, details are being looked after and dresses (yes plural lol Only for her i tell ya!!) are being ordered. The other day though, we had disappointing news that my brother, the beloved Uncle Mike, was suddenly not able to attend due to a sick co-worker.
Now for those who don't know, Emilie and Uncle Mike have been sealed at the hip since Emilie was about 6mths old. After he realized she wasn't quite as fragile as she looked he began to cart her around playing every game imaginable. Then while Patrick was at basic training and I was on bed rest while pregnant with Mathieu for 3mths Uncle Mike became her primary source of entertainment, bonding them forever more.
So, back to the baptism, Emilie was sad, but resigned that he couldn't come. She knew that if he could, he would and that was enough. Last night though, we knelt down by her bed and she began to say her nightly prayers. These are a fairly predictable monologue that really don't change too much from day to day, but last night, she stopped right in the middle and hesitated for a moment. She then said "Heavenly Father, please bless that Uncle Mike can come to my baptism so he can watch me get baptised." That was it. Nothing more. She then proceeded on with her usual routine of words and closed. I looked at her afterwards and said that was some good thinking asking for help, kissed her goodnight and left her room.
Well, it's now 2:50pm and that happened at around 9pm last night. May i just say that around 15 minutes ago, i got a call from Uncle Mike, clarifing the date of the event and then saying that he can now actually come.
Some may say that it's just a co-incidence, a fluke, whatever. I know better. That little girl's prayer was heard the minute those words were uttered. The faith of a child knows no boundries, something that, we too, could learn from.
May Stuff
10 years ago
