When You Forget the Words

Dec 17

We were in the middle of the prayer when she cried out. My husband paused, and we squeezed open our eyes a little to see what the problem was.

“I wanted to do Thank You Father.” My three-year-old pouted. We asked our eight-year-old if she wanted to pray, but forgot to offer the opportunity to the littlest member of our family. By this time our youngest child, Grace, was in tears…

Join me at the Cafe today. Grab a cup of coffee and click HERE to read the rest of my devotion.


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*Forgive me if I’ve been posting infrequently. Our family has all been sick and now we are knee deep in preparing for Christmas. In light of what happened on Friday in Newtown, CT, I’m spending more time taking in every moment with my family. Please don’t forget to pray for the families in mourning.

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