Service had started, and the minister began his sermon in our small country church in southeastern North Carolina. Everyone’s attention was on the intense words being delivered to us that would feed us for the week and enlighten us on God’s word.
Because our church was so small, there was no nursery. This gave me the privilege of having my active three-year-old daughter sit with her father and me. Along with being active, Tammie had a gift for words – that is, speaking them – and had not yet mastered the art of understanding that quietness was of the utmost importance in church, especially when the Sunday morning sermon was being delivered!
After many admonishments to be quiet, Tammie’s father picked her up to take her outside for a little conference. This was not the first time such an event had taken place, and she understood its significance. She also obviously understood the significance of prayer!
For as her father picked her up and was walking down the aisle to carry her outside, Tammie reached over his shoulders with her arms outstretched to the congregation and the minister. She then proceeded to call out to all who would listen, “Ya’ll pray for me!”
