He's My Partner

Last Sunday night, Turner (5) was racing around our house looking for his "paper" from his 11:00 Bible Fellowship class at our church. He asked us if we'd seen it. He brings home several things each Sunday and Tonya had seen a paper with Turner's friend Ben's name on it earlier in the day.

"Have you looked in your room?", Tonya asked him. "Yes, but I will again", Turner replied.

"Is it in the laundry room?", we asked. "I didn't see it", he said.

This type of search is nothing new to us. Trying to find the boys stuff is common in our house. They move stuff all the time, never to the same place (unfortunately, they get that from me).

After a few minutes of searching, Tonya found the paper Turner was looking for. Though it had Ben's name across the top, it was actually Turner's paper as he happily explained.

"No, that's it. That's my paper", Turner answered. "Those are things to pray about for Ben". Turner happily showed me the list with all the earnestness a friend could express, "We're partners". And then, as tears welled up in my eyes, I realized my five year old son has a prayer partner. My five year old son has a prayer partner (that was worth writing again).  That makes my heart smile.

So pretty consistently since that Sunday, we've prayed for Ben's dog, his brothers, his Nana and his Mom. Because that's what partners do.