Prayer

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I consider myself a half-believer. I don’t know what that means and how one qualifies to be a half-believer. I pray. A lot. I insist that may family pray and especially my little son who soon starts kindergarten. Right now the major problem in his life is managing a smile when thinking of playschool. He hates playschool.
Last night at bedtime, before story time, I sat him on my lap, sang Jesus Loves Me This I Know and asked him to imagine Jesus’ face and pray. He did not. I tried again. And after some time he was willing to pray. He repeated after me. One of the lines was ‘Please make me happy while thinking of playschool and give me immense interest to go to playschool’.
Today morning, my mum phoned me at work and informed me that Ethan was super happy to go to school. He didn’t mind walking till the auto stand. He said Good morning to his teacher (usually he doesn’t). Thus prayers mean something, do they not?
(Please note that this isn’t the first time — I mean the prayer thing happening. I had asked him to repeat the same line before and he mostly refused.)