The youngest four out of five kids in a foster family were in my Sunday School class today. They are all great kids, but I think I felt in control of the class no more than 75% of the time, even with only four students.
At prayer time I asked if anyone had anything they wanted us to pray about. The 7 year old answered, without hesitation: "My mom. Cause we live in a foster family. My mom needs a job and a house. She needs a car and money."
"OK, would you like to pray for her?" I asked.
So she did. Then her baby sister started yelling, "I want to pray, I want to pray." :-)
So she had her turn: "Thank you for my mom's job, and for her house, and for her car and her money."