power of prayer

Our little man is currently obsessed with stairs. As I'm sure most of the kids his age are. They are still trying to figure out their wobbly little legs and are curious about absolutely everything.

We don't have any stairs in our apartment, so naturally when he sees them he's out of his mind excited. The kid has no fear. I've been trying to teach him while we are staying at my Mom's house this week to sit on his bum, turn around and slide down them on his tummy.

I'm losing this one.

He is SO stubborn and refuses to do it that way. He thinks he's a big boy and would rather walk down them, one at a time, like a grown up. Whoa, Son... I don't want you growing up that fast.

We've had a few close calls the last couple of days. With watching 7 or 8 day home kids, plus him it's tough to keep the gate up blocking the stairs all the time.

Last night he managed to get away from us. All I heard was Janay yell "Kevyn, stairs!" I'm still amazed that I made it up off the floor, around the piano and banister to grab a handful of his pajama's just in time. He had walked off the first step kind of bounced and was about to fall head first down the rest. I have no doubt that he was being watched over by our Father in Heaven, and that we were able to get to him in time.

My one leg slid down the stairs after him and the other one was left to fend for itself back up in the hallway. The end result looked like some form of hurtler position just as they are about to jump. The difference being, I am sooo not in shape. It killed. I'm still popping the Advil.

It had been a really long day to begin with and that was about the last thing I needed. I think I hugged him a little to tight while I cried.

I was reading an article the other day about two women who were discussing their families. One of them admitted that she sometimes forgot to pray at night. The other woman looked very serious and said "You should always remember to say your prayers. Your children need them." I have a strong testimony of the power of prayer and I know that Noah was being protected because of the prayers of safety I say for my family every day.

Even though falling down a flight of stairs may not have have caused much harm, I would have carried the guilt for a long time. I am grateful for a Heavenly Father who hears and answers our prayers. I hope I will always remember to utter prayers of safety for my family and friends.