pray for me, mama

Our sweet little four-year-old has been waking up in the night for the past couple of months and crawling into bed with us. Not every night, but a couple times a week, at least. He never has any specific complaints, just that he woke up and cannot go back to sleep in his own bed. Last night when he crawled into bed he said he'd had a bad dream. I snuggled him close and told him to go back to sleep. "Mama, pray for me."

What a touching thing to realize that he knew exactly what was needed in that moment. So thankful for his tender heart.

And praying we all sleep through the night tonight...