This past weekend I took the boys up to the Wilds for a hike. After hiking to Shoals, 1st Falls & 2nd Falls, on the way back, Micah (4) paused in the middle of the trail and squatted down.
"Are you going to fall asleep?" I asked.
He shook his head no.
"Do you need to go to the restroom?"
Another negative head shake.
"What do you need, then?"
Again, w/o speaking, he dropped to his knees, folded his little hands, and about forty-five seconds later stood back up and smiled a weak smile at me.
"Do you have more strength now?"
He shook his head yes and made it the rest of the way back to camp (even deciphering which direction to go at each crossroads: follow the "W") without any complaints.
I was just so proud of him for going to the right Source.
Side note: What I didn't realize until later was that he had noticed that I had paused and bowed my head too while I waited for him. It means a lot to my kids to know that I pray for them. I don't think I always realize that. But when I commented on his pausing to pray, he said, "You prayed too, Mommy." It's encouraging to see God answer my kids' prayers and it's exciting to know they know He answers mine too.