The other day after trying (for ten minutes -- in dumping rain -- with cars honking at me) to chase a flapping and frenzied chicken back into the safety of our fenced yard, I called my ten year old out to help.
Within about two minutes he had it in his hands: held safely and firmly with wings pinned down -- just like you must to keep them from flapping their way insanely free again.
"Wow! Abe! Great job!" I cheered. "I can not believe you caught it!" I continued; as we made our way, dripping wet, towards the gate in our fence. "That was amazing!"
"Mom," Abe said, in a slightly embarrassed tone, as if he didn't quite deserve the praise I was heaping upon him. "It wasn't just me." Pause. "I said a prayer." Oh . . . I was also thinking of doing that . . . I mean probably I was going to think of it . . . maybe in a few more minutes.
Geez, who are these kids? And who on earth has been raising them!
They always remember to pray for the little things. We always feel like it has to be the big things to pray about. I guess that's why we are instructed to "be child-like." Loved your story!
ReplyDeleteawesome. don't you just love when kids are the teachers ?? :)
ReplyDeletewow. that is awesome. so cool that he would pray first and so awesome that he would give the lord credit. i love that kid!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love that, "Mom, it wasn't just me. I said a prayer." That's so awesome that he has that understanding and even thought on such a spur of a moment - minor thing to pray for help to catch a chicken. Way to go parents! Way to go Abe! and while I'm at it - Way to go God! (so funny - to hear me say it that way - but Heavenly Father is pretty cool.)
ReplyDeleteAnd of course - I love that he knew that he didn't do it alone - and quickly said as much.
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