My precious little boy
Last night, as Josiah was going to sleep, he said his prayers...which he does every night and it has to be with me, not with Daddy. So, I'm laying on his bed, praying for him...thanking God for him, and listening to what he's saying. Then WHAM! He starts praying like this...
"Thank you, God, for this day. Please keep my Daddy safe at work tonight and help him drive home safe tomorrow. Help Joshy to have a good night at Dillon's (where Josh was spending the night). Help Sissy to not have any bad dreams. Help Mommy to sleep good too. Help me to not have any bad dreams. I love you, Jesus. Amen."
I was barely able to give him a kiss before I went in to where Mikey was getting ready for work, with tears streaming down my face. He asked what happened. Did Laura get hurt again? (I was watching Little House on the Prairie and I cry easily with that too.) Then I told him about Josiah's prayer. Mikey's comment...
"He's gonna be a pastor someday!"
Thank you, Jesus, for my precious little boy, and for reminding me of how truly precious he is, even tho it's sometimes hard to see.











