Sunday was a mess. Jadon was, well, having a bad morning. He blurted clearly he wanted to stay home and not go to church. That was hard to hear. We went anyway. So, listening to him cry (I’m glad it was a short car ride), the prayer was a toy train would be there. It was a little thing that could meant all the world: To him and our sanity. The conversation went like this:
Jadon: I don’t want to go to church!
Mom: Look, there’s a Thomas table!
Jadon: Bye, mom!
Answered prayer is a great thing. Jadon learned songs, and he listened, and he played with his favorite toy. The table is a small thing, but it made a world of difference. Pray for the little things, not just the big things!
(especially on Mondays)