On Sunday I felt kind of under the weather. Throughout the day I was sneezing and my face was itching and my nose was running. It was kind of not a pleasant experience all day long. And every time I sneezed in front of Ellie, she said, "Daddy, are you sick?" I would be obliged to say, "Yes, Ellie. I'm a little sick today." She responded, "Oh, Daddy! I don't want you to be sick!" She was a little upset by the distressing prospect of having a sick daddy (and who can blame her?).

So when we gathered for prayers that night, Ellie said the prayer, and she asked Heavenly Father to bless me to not be sick. It was really sweet. Then, I'm not sure why, but Shelly encouraged Ellie to say another prayer for her sick daddy after we had said goodnight and left the room. As we were leaving, we saw Ellie sitting up in her bed to do just that. I, too, went straight to bed (which is unheard of for me at that hour), kind of expecting to take my first full sick day in almost four years of employment at my current job.

But, despite a kind of rough night, I finally awoke in the morning surprised to find that I didn't feel that bad. In fact, as I sat up in bed, I realized I could breathe through my nose just fine, and my head felt pretty normal. It was a bittersweet moment, because I realized I would have to go to work after all.

But when Ellie got up, I asked her if she had said another prayer for me. She said yes. "Daddy, are you still sick?" I told her I felt good now. Her reaction was priceless. "Oh Daddy! I'm so glad you're not sick anymore!" she cried, jumping up and down. I made sure to point out to her that Heavenly Father had answered her prayer. Hopefully this experience will help build her little testimony. It's helped mine a bit - I didn't have much faith that I would feel better in the morning, but I guess the faith of a three-year-old trumps whatever lack of faith I had. If we truly believe as a little child, God can work wonders.