For the Birds

This morning, Jeremy walked out the front door on his way to "Jingle Bells" for our Saturday biscuits. As soon as he stepped on to the porch, he noticed a dead bird lying smack in the center of the terra cotta tile. We were talking about what to do with it when Freddie offered his solution: 

"We gonna pray for him" he said. 

And so we did.

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Dear Father, please help my tender-hearted boy to always believe in the power of prayer. Let him practice it multiple times a day that he may be close to the God Who created him and Who longs to work His glory through the answered prayers of little guys like mine. Thank You again for his tenderness. May his heart - and Jones's - always be soft spots for the seeds of Your Word to land and grow into mighty oaks of faith. In Jesus's name, Amen.