The Chickens forgot to pray...

There are a few moments in life when as a parent we realize that the things that we are seeking to embed in our children's hearts are in fact taking root. It is so satisfying when it is a polite please when they are asking for something they want from someone else and they don't know that we can hear them or maybe even better when there is an injured sibling or friend or even unfamiliar child that gets hurt and our child runs to their side in comfort and love. Oh how that makes us glow.
But nothing took the cake like a moment on the weekend when Merek was pleasantly requesting the opportunity to feed the chickens at a friends house while we were there for a BBQ and when the gracious father conceded to take him found himself in a funny little moment.
Merek and the dad together went to the coop and took the bucket of watermelon rinds that had been collected from the BBQ guests and proceeded to dump it in for the hungry creatures when Merek exclaimed, " The chickens didn't pray!" The dad looked at Merek and said, "Pardon?" Thinking that he must have not heard him right. It was then as he told this story to us that I too started to have that glow. "The chickens forgot to pray!" said Merek. The dad was so amused by this he promptly came back to us and recounted the scene. It was truly one of those times where a parent thinks, for all the things I feel are not going in, maybe the Lord has a deeper grasp on the hearts of our babies than we can see. The purity of a three year old touched the hearts of a hand full of people in an instant and shed just a little ray of the wonders of God on the whole evening!

Thank you Lord for food for the Chickens...
Crystal