When I was a little girl one of my grandmothers taught me a bedtime prayer that went like this:

Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake. I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Yesterday in Sunday School class we watched a video about a man that always lived a life where everything he did or touched had always gone his way. He was up in years and most of his life had been nothing but peace.

One day he began to have these headaches. At first the headaches were not that bad but then they got worse and worse until one day while trying to leave the house to go to the grocery he passed out in the floor. When the man came to he was able to call 911 and was taken to the hospital by ambulance.

After a series of tests the man was found to have a cancerous brain tumor that required immediate surgery and only a 30 percent chance of regaining all of his normal brain activity back.

The man that has always been so calm, cool, and collected became a man of fear and anxiety.

On the morning of his surgery as he lay there in dread, a thought came to him. Always as a child his mother would tuck him in at night, read him a story, and then ask of him if he had any fears or worries or concerns from his day. He would then voice to his mother any problems that were bothering him from the day. The mother would then begin to pray aloud over him and ask God to help him and to give him peace.

Now as the man lay in that hospital bed in the worst predictament of his life, his mother’s soothing voice came flooding back to him and he prayed and as they rolled him to surgery he had peace like no other!

Right now in my life I spend a lot of time babysitting my grandchildren. I realize that I have been failing them in so many ways. God has given me a golden opportunity here to speak words of kindness to them, to share Godly wisdom, to teach them child-like prayers like my grandma did for me, and to pray over them.

As these little ones grow they will then have a compass, a well of living water, a measuring stick, and a God to look to and lean on.

As I write these words under the shield of my bed sheet as to not wake my sleeping 11 month old granddaughter in the crib beside me, my eyes fill with tears as I feel like my time here is running short and I could have done more.

In a few short weeks, my granddaughter will be out of my care and entering daycare with her brother. I vow today to share my Jesus more with her and her brother and to give them words that someday could guide them through troubled times or anxieties like my grandmother did for me.

We Watch TV, we look on Facebook, we read magazines, or listen to songs and there is nothing wrong with any of that but do we do the most important things or are those things getting crowded out?

Yesterday as I watched that Sunday School lesson my grandma’s words in prayer came back to me. Let us leave legacy words and actions that continue long after we are gone.

Our God is Awesome and we should be directing others to Him!