The Prayer of a Child
Today, we're sharing an experience contributed by Sister Enza Traina Pusillo. This reminds us to always take matters to God in prayer first.
This happened when my son Sal was 10 years old. He was sitting at the kitchen table after coming home from school. My back was to him since I was putting away some groceries. He was directly behind me, sitting at the end of the kitchen table between the table and my Formica counter top. As we talked about his day, he told me he was hungry. With my back still to him, I told him to grab a piece of fruit from the bowl on the table and that I would be making dinner shortly.
Within just a few seconds, I heard a plop on the floor and realized he had dropped what he'd taken. The plop was immediately followed by a loud thud and howling of pain. Realizing he must have bent over to pick up the fruit and hit his head on the table, I quickly grabbed a bag of frozen vegetables from the freezer and turned to see him sitting in the chair crying in pain holding his hands over his left eye.
When I finally pried hands away, I saw that his eyebrow was literally split in half and bleeding. The cut was not very deep since it was on his brow bone, but it was wide, the space between both halves was a good half-inch apart. Instead of the table, he must've hit the corner of the counter top.
I reached for a paper towel and placed the bag of frozen vegetables over it and took him into the living room. I quickly called my husband to let him know I would be taking Sal to his pediatrician on the way to the ER.
I went back to Sal and explained that he might need stitches or at best a butterfly to close the cut. All of sudden in a scared but forceful voice he said, "Mommy, just pray." I stopped in my tracks, realizing I had not done that yet.
Convicted, I knelt beside him on the couch and asked God to see his scared heart and to be with him, praying that nothing would be necessary, but if so, that he would give Sal courage and peace of mind for whatever may happen.
We stopped at the doctor's office, where they took us right into a room with the doctor. All the while, Sal was still clutching the paper towel with the bag of frozen vegetables over it. The doctor removed everything, stood back and said, "It's not so bad."
To my amazement, the bleeding had stopped. The cut that was at least half an inch wide had come back together. The doctor put a small dressing on it and not even a butterfly was needed to close the gap. He said, "Leave it alone and it will heal up just fine."
My heart was so relieved and grateful to God. He blessed and honored Sal's plea that we take it to Him in prayer, and no stitches or intervention was needed. Now when I look at his face and see that scar, it reminds me of when he said, "Mommy, just pray" and how God heard the voice of my scared little boy and reminded me that before anything we need to take the time to pray and put all things in His hands.