Comfort

Yesterday I was laying Spencer down for his nap. It is still a challenge to get him to go to sleep on his own. Some days are better... Anyhow, he wanted me to sing him "just one more" song quite a few times. After the very last song (I made sure he knew it was the last one), he started to cry. It was a real, sad cry. I felt bad, but I knew he was okay and that he would be asleep very quickly. I started to get up from his bed, and he told me he wanted to say a prayer before I left. I told him that would be fine, and he folded his little arms and started to pray. As he prayed, his crying became a little more intense (it reminded me of when you are having a hard time, but keeping it together until you hear mom's voice). He said, "Heavenly Father, help me to be safe, and to be happy. Help me to have popcorn popping. In the name of Jesus Christ amen." He calmed down just after his prayer, and I did leave. He was asleep in just a few minutes. It was a simple experience, but helped me learn a good lesson. There is comfort beyond me. There is comfort that surpasses the comfort I will ever be able to give him. I am grateful for that because as he grows up and faces difficulties and challenges, he will need that comfort that I cannot give. I am grateful for a loving Heavenly Father and Savior who give us comfort when there is no one else capable of healing our hearts.