Praying with Tyler has become the highlight of my evenings. Each night, as part of his bedtime routine, we take a few moments to thank God for the things we are thankful for. The past couple of weeks, a few moments have turned into about 5 minutes. It's so great to see that he already gets having a heart of thanksgiving and gratitude for the things the Lord has blessed us with. He thanks God for a wide variety of things including: daddy and mommy, and baby Katy, and Kendall and Kona, and trucks(surprise!), and church, and Toby, and Davis, and our house, and Tyler, and trees, and cars, and mommy and daddy(we usually repeat things a few times). So you get the jist of the way his prayers go. My favorite thing about his prayers is the way he ends them. After he has finished thanking God for EVERYTHING under the sun, he concludes by saying, "In Jesus' Love, Amen". I haven't corrected him, because I was blown away by the insight of a 3 year old. It's like he realizes that the reason that we have so much to be thankful for is because of Jesus' love for us! And he understands that he is wrapped and taken care of in Christ's love for him. So, in our home we don't say "In Jesus' name" anymore. We are following the lead of our son.
This weekend I am in Louisiana visiting my little brother and his wife to celebrate his college graduation. We are staying in the city that holds some of my fondest memories of my life with Blake as well as a few from my high school days. Today I created another day of simple, but priceless memories in this city that still feels like home to me! The best part of the day began after my afternoon nap(yes, I am applying what I have learned from my previous post). The kids were a little restless with energy that needed to be expended as was I, so my brother took us to a new city park. Evan played with Tyler on the playground while my mom took Katy for a walk so I could go for a long bike ride. I was able to breathe in this environment that my heart at times aches for. Hundreds of trees danced above me singing about their Creator with the rustling of their leaves. Magnolia blossoms caught my nose and reminded me of the sweetness of my great-grandmother who treasured their scent as i...
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