Dads Prayer Box

Ever seen one of these? My dad used to write down prayers on slips of paper and put them in this box, and then prayed over the box. Its like a piggy bank for prayers. I ran across it the other night while looking for some of Dads gold prospecting books for a guy at work who wanted to borrow them. When I picked it up, one of the slips of paper came out of the top. Carrie told me they were private, but I figured most people would love to know how their parents prayed. So I shook the box until all the papers came out. Prayers for friends, brothers and sisters, his Mom. A few stuck out. "Dad to get healed". His Dad. God answered that one. He passed away in 98'. Some times that's the best healing. Another one was "The Church to grow". A little mountain church His Dad started a long time ago. The only one any of us ever went to there. I don't know if that one came true. I haven't been back in a long time. Another read,"Donna to get saved". My Mom. Even though they were divorced since 1980 and didn't hardly speak for ten more, He didn't hold anything against her. He cared about where she was going to spend eternity. Mom has told Dad and I many times she forgave him. The last one floored me. Literally, I had to sit on the floor. It read, "Robin to come Home". Apparently I wasn't the only one who thought I should have seen him more. I'm not dwelling on it, but it reminds me, Am I spending enough time with the people I love? Its amazing that in knowing someones prayers, you can learn more about a person, and learn from them. I learned that Dads family and friends were important enough for him to pray for them when they weren't doing well. Even above his own healing. There wasn't one prayer for his own healing even though he was going through so much pain and waiting for a transplant. Wow. Now that I'm done, Ill put the prayers back in the box, and leave it out to remind me whats really important in life. Not me first but my family and friends. I don't think Dad cared if I read his prayers. Maybe he wanted me to. A Fathers last lesson to his Son about life, I guess.