The other night I got to babysit my little cousin, Dakota. She clearly wasn't tired, but I had to put her to sleep - it was already 10:00. At about 10:30, she was just lying in her crib and talking galore. To who? I have no idea. Then I heard her say, "Thank you for Hannah, Mommy, Daddy, Dakooota." Then she kept on saying all of our names again. It was so sweet. Perhaps she was praying. I don't know, but this encouraged me that the Lord has His hand on her life.