If there is one thing Timothy insists on, it is praying at meals. He will allow me and/or others to pray, but he insists on having the final word in prayer.
Tonight's "solo prayer" was priceless.
Timothy: "Dear God . . ." "Dad, your eyes are still opened."
Me: "Sorry. I was closing them."
Timothy: "OK. Dear God . . . thank you for going to the pool. Thank you for our kitchen . . ." "Mom, there's a fly on your head."
Mom: "Thanks son."
Timothy: "OK. Dear God . . . thank you for Jesus. Amen."
1 comments: