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Last night I hurriedly prayed with my kids before bed time.

"God, thank you for helping Gresham and me feel better today. And thank you for a warm house and hot water and food to eat. Amen."

Then Gresham prayed...and prayed...

"Thank you for Nonnie and Geedaddy and Granda and Papa and Mimi and Papaw. Thank you for Gabriella and Penelope and Mommy and Daddy. Thank you for Nathaniel and Natalie and Philip and Olivia (the cousins) and Uncle Brian and Aunt Amy and Beth (teacher at church) and my room, blue like a truck and carpet and fan and Jancey (our Compassion International child) window and trains and cars and saxophones. And thank you for macaroni and chicken and table and chairs and juice and mayonnaise and ketchup. And bears and wolfs and Bagwell (Brian's dog) and Brandon (a friend of cousin Philip's) and Jaime and Julie (neighbors of Brian's) and Shannon (another neighbor). Thank you for suitcase and bed and blanket and floor and cup and sun and cereal bars and grass and our van and Chick-fil-A and mayonnaise and Chuck E. Cheese and McDonald's and..."

Apparently, there's a lot more to be thankful for than I thought. But we're a little sleepy this morning. Thank God for naps.

(By the way, this divine lesson came from the child sage who, five minutes prior, was streaking around the house singing "We wish you a merry poo poo." Mysterious ways indeed.)


Blogger GrovesFan said...

Out of the mouths of babes! I love to listen to my kids pray too. They are so very uninhibited and talk to God like a true friend. Too bad more grownups don't do that!

Why was Gresham streaking? Haven't unpacked his clothes yet?


Blogger meland4258 said...

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Blogger aesthetic realist said...

Hi Shaun...sounds like life is beautiful. I was just surfing here, and found yours...thought I'd mention that I love your song: "Welcome Home." I think it's the only one I've heard...but, it resinated with me. Very beautiful! Anyway...thanks and God bless.

- another random person

Anonymous kat said...

My pastor likes to say:

"Everything above Hell is gravy."

So yes, we sure do have a lot to be thankful for. :-P

It sounds like you have adorable kids.


Blogger Mustard Packet Pelter said...

How did you get through that prayer without laughing Shaun? He said mayonnaise twice and didn't mention mustard that saddens my heart :( Better watch out mayo can be high in fat!

Blogger Paula said...

I love changing the words to christmas carols - being irreverent (sp) can be fun :) We invented anti-caroling a few years ago - where you go to your friends houses armed with an out-of-tune guitar, and no-one who knows how to play it, and then sing (if you can call it that) christmas carols loudly and off key until they tell us to go away - or even give us lollies for our trouble...kinda like trick-or-treating, christmas style!

Thanks for sharing that story about Gresham, Shaun. Often children give you the opportunity to see the world through their innocent eyes...

Anonymous Ryan G. said...

Too true, my kids do that to me too often. Usually when I'm in a hurry to get back to something I'm in the middle of. Always humbles me and reminds me I need to take more time when I pray.

Anonymous JennyBee said...

very cute. just came across your blog. good reads!

Anonymous anna said...

aw how cute!!


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