Tonight Gracie got up and asked me to pray for her belly because it hurt and her throat because it felt like something was in it.
I prayed and at the end she says, "right now, Jesus! right now, Jesus!"
Then goes on to explain, "Sometimes, He waits a long time to answer, so I tell Him - right now, Jesus."
I kind of smiled about it and thought how cute, but then it stayed with me. How many times have I prayed half-heartily and then went about my day? God was there, maybe with my answer in His hands just waiting to hear if I have the faith to say (and believe) "right now, Jesus!"