Katie had a lot of homework on Tuesday, and she was most sincerely and demonstrably not happy about it.
Since the kids get out of school about forty-five minutes before I leave work, they usually sit in the conference room down the hall from my desk and work on homework until it’s time to pack up and go. As I tried to cram a few more essential tasks into the few minutes of working time I had left, I could hear Katie’s whining and indignation at having so much homework to do (and on a video game day–the gall of her teacher!) all the way down the hall. It was getting progressively louder as she increased her volume by increments until she was sure that I could fully appreciate the injustice of her burden.
Caleb, who just can’t bear to see his sister in pain, offered this advice: “You should pray about it, Katie.”
“That won’t help,” she moaned piteously.
“Yes, it will, Katie!” he said firmly. In the past few months, Caleb’s burgeoning faith has received a great boost through answered prayers, and he often asks me to pray for him before school or when he’s scared at night. He persisted in reassuring his sister. “If you pray, God will help you.”
“Caleb,” she said, with the exaggerated eye roll that only older sisters can properly manage, “I’m supposed to do the work by myself.”