As I pull the cotton sheet up to his neck, I tell him it’s time to pray.
He looks and me and says, “I don’t know what to say, Mommy.”
I tell him he has much to thank God for.
When we don’t know what to pray, we can simply count the blessings. Simply thank Him for His endless gifts.
2406. Fingerprints on glass because all too soon they will be grown and gone.
2407. Their sheer delight over a backyard pool and listening to their happy shrieks.
2408. Air conditioning.
2409. Sitting in the shade of a tree all afternoon with good friends as they kids run and play.
2410. Country air and sheep grazing.
2411. A bright field of canola and how they kept asking me to take another picture.
2412. Good conversation making a slow three-and-a-half hour drive pleasant.
2413. Spending a day with a good friend I haven’t seen in a long time.
2414. Beautiful wather for a 7-year-old birthday party.
2415. Wrestling through deep theological questions together.
2416. Water balloons and freezies and chocolate cupcakes.
2417. The way she clung to her brother as they rode around.
2418. A grandma who takes her grandson to the swimming pool.
2419. Crop tours with Papa.
2420. My mom’s cooking.
2421. The way he said thank you and gave grateful hugs after opening each gift.
2421. Rain that holds off.
