When I was a child we had a "five minute rule" in ourhouse. What it meant was that we were all to be readyfor school five minutes before we actually had toleave. We were a large family and that extra fiveminutes was prayer time for Mother and us children. The place was wherever Mother happened to be when wewere all ready to leave. Sometimes it was thekitchen, other times the living room or bedroom, oreven out on the porch. But we all kneeled whileMother asked a blessing on each of us individually andthanked the Lord for His provision for us. Often allof our names were spoken and some special blessingasked for each. If a neighborhood child dropped in towalk to school with us (and neighbors often did), theywere included in our prayer circle too. When theprayer was finished, there came a kiss for each, andwe were off. Those were Five Important Minutes toeach of us.
Adelaida Blanton
My mom used to have a similar practice. It wasn't all the time, but these memories are vivid in my mind. It would do any parent well to count such a habit ofprayer over their children a dear privilege.
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