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Tuesday Toddler Tales~How to Pray

Whenever Jackson and I go out in the morning we always pray on our drive. I ask him if he wants mommy or him to pray and usually he wants me to. Yesterday he decided that it was his turn. I turned down the music to hear him and watched him in the mirror (keeping my eyes on the road, of course). Anyway, I looked back and he had his eyes closed, head bowed, and hands clasped. He was whispering his prayer to Jesus. When he was done he told me he prayed for daddy at work, mommy, to be a good listener, and a nice boy. I was so very proud of him! Sniff!

Later at dinner I asked him to tell daddy what he did in the car. He told Scott how he prayed and then proceeded to give him a lesson on how to pray. He told Scott that he had to close his eyes, fold his hands, and pray. He even prayed a little for an example. So funny! Just when you think they aren't listening or paying attention they do something to totally blow you away!

So this is how you pray...

Comments

Kristi said…
I'll bet that makes you just so proud!
Anonymous said…
SO SWEET!

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