This morning, Andy sat in my lap watching Dora while I did my quiet time. When he saw me "scribbling" in my journal, he asked what I was doing. To a 3-year, I tried to explain that I was writing my prayers. Not knowing if he understood, but not wanting to underestimate him either, I asked him if he had any prayers he wanted me to write down. He said, "I want to find my ducky." So I wrote it down. I love the way kids pray. They are no-holds-bar in their asking. No prayer is to big for God, like "please help all the people in the whole world"; no prayer is to petty either, like "help me find my ducky." We should never outgrow this instinct.
3 Comments Here:
What a beautiful prayer... Do you know what is the difference between a Kid and an Adult?
a) The cost of the Toys
b) The size of their troubles
:)
Tell Andy I'll be praying he finds his ducky too :)
Ah, Arturo, that is so sweet. You're such a good papa....you "get" these kinds of things.
Hi Friend! That will mean alot to Andy. I'll let him know. His ducky must have meant more to him than we knew, eh? : )
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