Most every night Teoman asks that Tolga or I pray to God that he has good dreams. Our dear sensitive boy. And so, I pray - thanking God for the day and all the beautiful things, inviting the Holy Spirit into our home and hearts, praying for Baba in the field, and asking for big angels around Teoman, Tomris, and Tuana - especially as they sleep. I pray for visions of heaven, for relationship with Jesus, for them to experience the joy, peace, and comfort that comes with this relationship.
Gokhan was gone to Istanbul for aa couple of days, so Tomris - who is usually by his side during these prayers - was in the bed listening. Then she asked if she could pray too.
I’ve offered to Teoman, but he usually refuses saying he doesn’t know how. Tomris surprised me. I wasn’t expecting it and even thought Teoman told her “No!” I told her to go ahead.
Her sweet small voice prayed so honestly. Parroting the lines, or partial lines missing important words, the prayers that I make for them in the evening.
It was so beautiful.
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