We pray...all the time. We bless our food multiple times during a meal. The Muffin asks for prayer when she's sad, hurt or upset. She asks that we pray (individually) for Nana and Pawpaw, Callie, Uncle Duh-Duh and Sharalee, Braxton and Vanessa, and then of course, Griffin...the dog.
She loves our Advent calendar that has a little verse of the Christmas story behind each "mailbox" and she looks forward to reading the story everyday. She loves "activity" scenes, also known as Nativity scenes, and wants to hold Baby Jesus.
The Muffin can spot a cross a mile away and then she wants you to ask what happened on the cross so that she can tell you that it's where Jesus died.
She likes the story of Adam and Eve and says, "God says don't eat the fruit off the tree." She says the "satan snake" isn't very nice.
When we get balloons from the grocery store she likes to "send them to Heaven". She lets them go and says that Ms. Overcash will like to get it. She still says that Ms. Overcash and Grandma Louise do flips in Heaven, too.
In the morning when the sun comes up she says, "Thank You, God. Thank You, Jesus". She also says goodnight to them before bed.
More and more I'm realizing that she is just like a little ball of clay that we are molding into what we want her to be. I use praying and God and Jesus to help her cope with the things that trouble her.
Now if she'll just stay this way forever.
9 hours ago