I worry sometimes (Mike would say that I should end this sentence here and not bother going any further, but oh, no, I’m going on!) about the fact that we haven’t taken our kids to church regularly in two years. That’s right. Two years. We’ve visited here and there but haven’t found our place yet.
And I worry that they are missing valuable spiritual guidance.
Today, on the way home in the van, Eliza says to me, “Mama, it’s gonna rain.” There were big, dark clouds above us, so I told her she was probably right. She said, “we need to thank God.”
And she clasped her hands together and prayed to thank God for the rain.
And I’m thanking God that even while we’ve been away from organized religion, we’ve been close enough to Him that Eliza knows to thank God for the rain and that she’s comfortable enough with Him to say a spontaneous prayer in the mama van.Filed under Faith | Permalink |
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