Little Lilly’s Sunday school teacher had his five-year-old students bow their heads and say a one-sentence prayer at the end of every class. For several weeks, he would hear Lilly pray the same thing: “Lord, please make my mommy feel better.”
The teacher wondered what could be afflicting Lilly’s mother. Then, one Sunday, when it was time for Lilly to pray, she was silent.
“Are you okay, Lilly?” asked the teacher.
Lilly mumbled, “Yes.”
“Is there some reason you don’t want to pray?”
“Well, I want to say more.”
“That would be fine. And the reason why?”
Lilly raised her head and said with the biggest grin, “Because Jesus made my mommy feel better.”
“Oh? How so?”
“He took her away to be with Him in heaven.”
The teacher gasped and was astonished at Lilly’s perspective about her mother’s death. Not wanting to dampen Lilly’s happiness that her mother was no longer suffering, the teacher said, “In that case, take as much time as you need, Lilly, and use as many words as you want to say.”
That day, the teacher learned a valuable lesson from sweet little Lilly: It matters not what happens in life that affects us. It is how we see things that determines our joy or sadness.