Wednesday night, before bed, P prayed, "Lord, thank you for making me and my brother so funny (giggle). Thank you for making my family just the way you did. Thank you for the way you made the Earth and everything in it just right..."
He went on to mention some other specific things, namely his nightly prayer for "the poor people to have enough money for food and shelter so they can survive--and just a little extra." That little man has a precious heart.
For the 36 hours since, I have been stuck on the first part of his prayer...such pure gratefulness. A thankful heart. An innocent, unadulterated view of the world not yet marked by the "but..."s that the years seem to add to our prayers. There were no exceptions to his gratitude. He spoke as clearly as his heart seemed to feel it. All things come from God. He is trustworthy. I will thank Him.
I am not saying that God doesn't want to hear what is really in/on our hearts. I just wish what was really in my heart was as pure and grateful as P's.
Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." Matthew 19:14 NIV
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