The Power of Prayer ... as said by Will

Will has developed a true anxiety of storms. He knows all about weather and wants to be a weatherman someday. Not sure how if we don't get over the storm issues.

Last night we were at the Brewer game when a bad storm came.

Will: I think I need to pray.

Me: OK.

Will: Mommy you do it.

Me: No you do it.

Will: Dear God, Storms really scare me. They are junk. Could you please stop the wind, the rain and the thunder and lightning? Then I will be brave again. Amen.

Me: Nice job Will. Now we have to wait and see what happens. (In my mind I was thinking while watching the game, but he wanted us to sit right by those windows and watch.)

Just like that the wind subsided, the thunder and lighting was more quiet, and the rain was settling down.

Will: Mom that's the power of prayer.

Me: Yes Will it sure is!