7:07 Prayers

7:07 Prayers

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Stories of Faith

7:07 Prayers

I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me.
They have clung to me all my life.

~Abraham Lincoln

I sit with phone in hand, watching the minutes click by on the clock. 7:05. 7:06. 7:07. I hit the button and hear the beginning of a ring. My son answers before it is finished. “Hello, Mom!”

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you...” I finish with my slightly revised version. “...Happy birthday, your mom loves you.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Aaron says, a smile in his voice. We talk. He has been watching the clock too, waiting for the expected call. I tell him how much I love him. “I love you, too, Mom.” We hang up. I say a special prayer for a blessed birthday for him and begin my morning activities. But my thoughts remain with him, my oldest son.

Thirty-six years old! How long have I been doing 7:07 birthday songs and prayers? I guess most of his life. I didn’t plan it that way. It just happened. Aaron was born at 7:07 A.M. one cold, winter morning. St. Patrick’s Day, in fact.

When he was just a toddler, I would wake him at 7:07 and sing “Happy Birthday” and tell him about the day of his birth. It became a tradition. Even when he was away at college, I would hear a groggy “Hello, Mom” as soon as I called. The only time I missed calling was the first year after his marriage when Aaron and his wife, Amy, took a spring break vacation. Certainly, I wouldn’t interfere with this. Later that day, Aaron called.

“Why didn’t you call at 7:07?” I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Honey, I didn’t think it was appropriate, and I had no idea where you were.”

He quickly responded, “I told Dad the name of the motel where we would be staying.”

Something in my heart began to sing. Our tradition would continue.

But it has become more than a tradition and birthday ritual. Though my prayers are always with Aaron, whenever I look at the digital clock and see 7:07, I know it is a special time to pray for him. No matter the day of the year, whether it be morning or night, I stop everything and say a prayer. Sometimes I awake at exactly 7:07 and immediately begin prayers for him, knowing God has called me to pray at this specific time. Through the years I found that Aaron was in great need of prayer at that particular time. Other times, it remained a mystery. But that’s okay. I count it a privilege to pray blessings on my son—any day or night at 7:07.

~Louise Tucker Jones

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