Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Answered Prayer
I have to admit that one of the parts of our days that I (secretly) enjoy most is listening to Rayna's many prayers! You can see your child growing up just by the changes in their prayers. Rayna has always intuitively realized that God is the final authority...and therefore the final court of appeal... Consequently, her earliest prayers were always aimed at overturning the injustices inflicted upon her by her parents...her mother in particular! Her format is always the same (a very polite manner of stating her case): "God please help Mother _______ and God please help Mother _______ and God please help..." Well, you get the idea!
The first "And, God, please help Mother" that I remember hearing was about a year and a half ago when she was appealing, "And, God, please help Mother let me sleep in Douglas' bed tonight." She hadn't bothered ASKING me...she knew the answer already(!)...she just went straight to the Highest Power first!" Sometimes, though, she does ask me first and only bothers God with it when she doesn't seem to be getting through to Mother. Like last month...
The kids and I all love fudge bars. Consequently, they don't last a minute in our household. (Well considering the four of us have one for breakfast, another as desert for lunch and another in the afternoon as a snack and another after supper...well, you do the math!) I always buy the INDUSTRIAL sized box of fudge bars. Privately thinking that I probably should cleanse our home of the sweets that tempt me the most, I made a point of NOT buying fudge bars last month when they ran out. The kids all had said they also liked the rootbeer float bars (which I cannot stand, but buy for Grant) so, I bought those instead. Everyone adjusted just fine, except Rayna. She mourned the absence of fudge bars in our home. Finally, I asked Grant one evening on his way home from work to pick up some groceries and I included fudge bars in the list. I promised Rayna that Daddy would be bringing home fudge bars. Oops! Daddy remembered everything EXCEPT the longed for fudge bars. Rayna bore this tragedy gracefully. However, a few days later, she resorted to appealing to God...."And, God, please help us to get some fudge bars!" I was at work when Grant told me on the phone that our daughter was now PRAYING for fudge bars. Stricken with guilt, I stopped at Wal-Mart that night on my way home from work and got that child some fudge bars. She didn't realize I had brought some home until BEDTIME. Not wanting to further delay the getting to bed process, I told her she would have to wait until morning to have one. I guess that got her suspicions up because that night she prayed, "God thank you we have fudge bars now and please help Mother not to eat them all before morning!"
It has been nine days now and Mother has not eaten a single fudge bar! ¶ 2/07/2006 04:54:00 AM
The first "And, God, please help Mother" that I remember hearing was about a year and a half ago when she was appealing, "And, God, please help Mother let me sleep in Douglas' bed tonight." She hadn't bothered ASKING me...she knew the answer already(!)...she just went straight to the Highest Power first!" Sometimes, though, she does ask me first and only bothers God with it when she doesn't seem to be getting through to Mother. Like last month...
The kids and I all love fudge bars. Consequently, they don't last a minute in our household. (Well considering the four of us have one for breakfast, another as desert for lunch and another in the afternoon as a snack and another after supper...well, you do the math!) I always buy the INDUSTRIAL sized box of fudge bars. Privately thinking that I probably should cleanse our home of the sweets that tempt me the most, I made a point of NOT buying fudge bars last month when they ran out. The kids all had said they also liked the rootbeer float bars (which I cannot stand, but buy for Grant) so, I bought those instead. Everyone adjusted just fine, except Rayna. She mourned the absence of fudge bars in our home. Finally, I asked Grant one evening on his way home from work to pick up some groceries and I included fudge bars in the list. I promised Rayna that Daddy would be bringing home fudge bars. Oops! Daddy remembered everything EXCEPT the longed for fudge bars. Rayna bore this tragedy gracefully. However, a few days later, she resorted to appealing to God...."And, God, please help us to get some fudge bars!" I was at work when Grant told me on the phone that our daughter was now PRAYING for fudge bars. Stricken with guilt, I stopped at Wal-Mart that night on my way home from work and got that child some fudge bars. She didn't realize I had brought some home until BEDTIME. Not wanting to further delay the getting to bed process, I told her she would have to wait until morning to have one. I guess that got her suspicions up because that night she prayed, "God thank you we have fudge bars now and please help Mother not to eat them all before morning!"It has been nine days now and Mother has not eaten a single fudge bar! ¶ 2/07/2006 04:54:00 AM
