A Prayer From a Little Heart

This evening, I went to the temple with my sister, her husband, and their kids. It was just a regular family visit, the kind we often take for granted. But sometimes, it’s in these simple moments that life teaches us the deepest lessons.

After offering prayers, my niece .. just 7 years old, full of innocence and mischief  came to me and said softly, “I prayed for you… that you get a good job and settle well in life.”

Her words stopped me. For a second, I didn’t know how to react. She’s so little, yet her heart already holds such pure love and thoughtfulness. Children don’t complicate their emotions the way we do. When they wish for something, it comes straight from their soul.

In that moment, I realized how much of an impact our bonds truly carry. To her, I’m not just an aunt. I’m someone she looks up to, someone she wants to see happy and secure. And she carried that wish with her into the temple, making it part of her prayer.

It made me think sometimes the most genuine blessings don’t come from rituals, scriptures, or ceremonies. They come from the silent, honest prayers of those who love us. And when those prayers come from a child’s heart, they feel even more powerful.

That tiny moment reminded me: no matter where I stand in life right now, I am already blessed.

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