I Went Into The Church To Pray For You

..I received this heart-warming story via the email..
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“Mummy, you know, I went into the church to pray for you because I knew you were at home, all alone, by yourself”
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My mother called me on my hand-phone to confirm that my wife & I won’t be home for dinner tonight. I said ‘yes’ that we’ll not be home for dinner. She asked if I will be with my wife in church while the wife is doing her counselling standby and I said yes. She asked, how come my wife & I can be together and I told her that if no one comes for counselling, I can sit with my wife --- but if someone does come, then I’ll have to leave the room immediately and that I will then probably walk around in the shopping centre nearby. She suggested that I walk around the church instead, to which I replied ‘boring’. My mother then, related this story to me..
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{My mother’s relating this story. I can’t remember exactly so I’m paraphrasing here.} Why don’t you go into the church or prayer room and talk to Jesus. {I told her that I sometimes do that. She continued.} I remember your younger sister doing that when she was in Primary 1. She was only 6 years old when she told me she went into the church to pray. She said, “Mummy, you know, I went into the church to pray for you because I knew you were at home, all alone, by yourself”. She was so cute when she said that..
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{Back to my narration} I could visualize her going back to that moment thinking of my younger sister.
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"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take --- but by the moments that take our breath away." ~ Unknown.
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