Teach Me to Pray
“Lord, teach us to pray!” Luke 11:1
A little child missed her mother at a certain time every day. The mother’s habit was to slip away upstairs alone, and to be gone for some time. The child noticed that the mother was always gentler, quieter and sweeter after she came back. Her face had lost its weary look–and was shining! Her voice was gladder, more cheerful.
“Where do you go, mother,” the child said thoughtfully, “when you leave us every day?”
“I go upstairs to my room,” said the mother.