This morning Little Brother and I were on our way home from the supermarket when a Paramedic vehicle sped by with its lights flashing and sirens blaring.
“Look! An ambulance!” Little Brother shouted. (I know; it’s not an ambulance, but I wasn’t in the mood to get technical with a four-year-old…)
I suggested that we should say a prayer for the ambulance drivers and the people they were helping. I had Little Brother repeat the words after me; something along the lines of “Dear God, please be with the ambulance drivers so they can help the sick person. Amen.”
Little Brother told me that he wanted to do it again. I told him that this time, he could start the prayer and I would repeat. So he began, “Bless us, O Lord…”