goodnight prayers from a little leader

Tonight, something tiny—but very meaningful—happened. Ten minutes after I had tucked my 4 year old into bed, turned off the lights, and finally settled into bed myself, I heard his sweet voice:

“Mommy, we need to say our prayers to Jesus.”

In that moment, my heart softened. I was humbled—by the sincerity and faith of my sweet little boy. Here was his little soul, reminding me of something that should’ve been so central in kissing him goodnight, was accidentally swept away in the busyness of a bedtime routine and my tired mommy mind.

Tonight, my baby reminded me what it means to keep faith at the center, to pause, to reflect, and to return to the One who gives us constant peace.

I walked back into his room, leaned over his bed, and together we prayed—simple words, heartfelt thanks, little hopes all whispered to the One who is always listening.

And I was graciously reminded: sometimes the smallest voices carry the biggest truths. Sometimes our children lead us in ways we never expected.

And for that, I am so blessed.