I see his little folded hands. I see him bow his head and pray over his bowl of sugar puffs. I wonder what is going through his mind as he talks so long to the God of the universe. I smile, resisting the urge to giggle. I'm praying myself. I'm receiving the answer to my prayers in this moment in the kitchen, perched on stools, sitting next to each other, praying over bowls of sugar puffs.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Little Hands, Little Hearts
I see his little folded hands. I see him bow his head and pray over his bowl of sugar puffs. I wonder what is going through his mind as he talks so long to the God of the universe. I smile, resisting the urge to giggle. I'm praying myself. I'm receiving the answer to my prayers in this moment in the kitchen, perched on stools, sitting next to each other, praying over bowls of sugar puffs.
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4 comments:
love this!! :D
. . . an inside giggle from you is enough to make all of us unite and smile on you for the rest of the day!
precious. My middle son slept with me lastnight because my husband is out of town again- and while we were laying there he relazied he needed to read his Bible because he was getting sleepy and he doesn't like to go to sleep without a chapter. He didn't want to get out of bed and get his own though, so he asked me to hand him the one handy on my side- but it's a One Year ediction, so I knew he would have a hard time finding the chapter he was on. I told him so, but he says to me in an exasperated tone: "Mom, you're a hard woman, would you just please hand the Bible over?" cracked me up.
What a kid, Dalyn! Cracked me up, too, just reading this! Terri
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