Sunday, October 14, 2007


Our oldest daughter is learning to pray. She's been working on it for a while, and now that she goes to a church preschool, she is really becoming quite the little worshiper. Most of her prayers go something like this:
"Dear God, thank you for our dinner and our house and all our toys and for Momma and Daddy and Reesie and Baby Rhett and Cash and JD and all our family. And thank you so much for all our life and our family and we love you. Amen."
She even has her sister praying with her at bedtime. Reese will close her little eyes really tight and say "Keek you, Got." (Thank you, God.) "Pay." (Pray.)
I don't know if there is anything sweeter than listening to your children pray. I truly believe that children are a gift from God and it just feels so pure and perfect to hear them believe so openly in someone they have never seen simply because they were told He is there.
Avery asks me often how we got things. I almost always tell her God gave them to us. She'll say "Mom, how do we get toast?" God gives us all our food, Baby. "What about cookies?" Yes, God gives us cookies. "Even candy?" Yep, even candy. "Did God make my Spiderman boxers?" Um, well, he made someone smart enough to make them. "Did God tell Dr. Pete how to be a doctor?" Well, yeah, sort of. He made him smart enough to become a doctor.
And yesterday's question and subsequent prayer were my all-time favorites. "Mom, how come Dad eats junk all the time and he never gets sick?" I really don't know, Baby. That's kind of a rip off, huh? "Yeah, because we always eat healthy stuff, but we still get sick. And Dad eats all the stuff like candy and donuts all the time and he is not ever sick." I know Honey, it drives Momma crazy. That would just have to be a question for God. But we are still going to eat healthy food because it is good for us and it makes us stronger.
And later, as we sat down to have breakfast together, Avery decided we should say a prayer before we ate. It went something like this: "Dear God, thank you for all my family. For Momma and Daddy and Reesie and Rhett and for my Grammy and for Cash and all my family. And thank you for the eggs that me and Momma made. And God, why does my dad always eat junk but he never gets sick? Amen."
We are still waiting on the answer. We'll keep you posted.

1 comment:

amy said...

I agree w/you....Last yr, Jackson told me he volunteered to pray at Cubbies, Wed night church, in his class and I teared up and was the proudest mama ever!!!