The day after I had a miscarriage, I was sitting down to eat lunch with my three children.  Before my four-year-old said the prayer, I reminded her, "You don't have to pray for the baby in my tummy today.  The baby isn't there anymore." 

She thought for a moment and then said, "How about I pray for your empty tummy?"   I explained that she didn't have to pray for my empty tummy; instead, she could just pray that Mommy could recover.

Before she could start the prayer, her younger brother asked if he could be the one to pray instead.  She said that was fine, so he began his prayer--thanking the Lord for the food and then adding, "And please bless Mommy so she can be a cupboard."

We all laughed, and I realized that I was truly fortunate to have three precious children.