The other day, as we sat down to dinner my seven year old (soon to be eight in a month) desired to pray. It went something like this:
“Dear Jesus; thank you for this day and thank you for our family. I pray my daddy doesn’t have another heart-attack, I pray my Mom doesn’t have a heart-attack. I pray that Samara and I don’t have any heart-attacks. And I pray that I die first, before my Dad, because I would miss him too much.”
I had to share. I am blessed above many other men, for I am loved with such love as this child’s heart.
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