“Trucks. Something, something, something….. Amen.”
My two-year-old son has been joining in with family prayer time at night.
He squeezes his eyes shut as a prerequisite to his prayer and then launches into it with gusto.
He always prays about trucks. Always.
The rest of the prayer may alter each night, longer or shorter as he feels inspired.
But he always begins with “trucks” and ends with “amen.”
Then my son picks which person in the family prays next, calling out our names one at a time and then squeezing his eyes shut again as we take our turn.
He’s exercising these first baby steps of faith, these first moments of giving God his heart and sharing with his heavenly Father what’s on his mind (which is apparently trucks every single day).
Sure, it’s as cute as can be and every night as he finishes praying, my daughters announce, “how…
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