The room is quiet. Night has fallen.
A small lamp glows softly beside the bed.
A little boy folds his hands, closes his eyes, and begins to pray…
“Hi, Jesus…
It’s me again.
I know I’m just a little kid,
but I think You still hear me.
Thank You for today.
Even the parts that were kinda hard.
Thank You for Mommy and Daddy…
and even my little sister when she’s not being too annoying.
But, Jesus…
Can I tell You a secret?
Sometimes… I get scared.
Of the dark.
Of being alone.
Of not being good enough.
Sometimes I try to be brave,
but I still cry when no one’s looking.
I don’t always know what to say when I talk to You.
But I think You already know my heart, right?
So I just want to ask…
Can You stay close to me tonight?
Can You sit by my bed and help me not feel so afraid?
And… if I mess up tomorrow,
will You still love me?
I think You will.
Because You’re Jesus.
And You’re the nicest person I know.
Okay… I think that’s all for now.
Goodnight, Jesus.
I love You.
Amen.”
