Prayer

B's prayer this evening:

With his hands clasped and his eyes squeezed shut, he prayed with such enthusiasm:

"Tank you, Jesus, foh pasta, and foh beans, and foh salad, and foh ouwr fork. And tank you foh ouwr family. And for ouwr daddy. And that when we are old we will die and go to heaven and be with daddy. Amen."

Comments

The Wagners said…
Awesome prayer B. We were at a small group function this past Sunday night and the verses associated with "Death is Ended" were read. Needless to say Michelle and I immediately looked at each other. It still stings for all of us down here (for none like you Susan). Death had no sting for Brian. He went home to his father healed and perfect. As B said, one day we will join him and it will be awesome. Love you sister.

The Wagners

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