We love us some prayin' in this house. We say two kinds of prayers at dinner to reflect our different spiritual upbringings. We start with the tradional Catholic mealtime prayer, and then say a "holding hands prayer" where we go around the table and anyone who wants to say something to God says it. Ainsley's been listening to us do this for a while, and has recently wanted to join in. Reiley has a variation of the same prayer each night at dinner, which typically includes "people who don't have food or a place to live", the summer edition of "people who don't have air-conditioning", and general thanks for whatever fun thing she did during the day.
A few nights ago, when it was Ainsley's turn, here's what happened:
Ainsley: " (eyes closed, head bowed) Dear God, thank you for bringing me my delicious apple juice...(looks up, eyes open) Did God bring me my apple juice??"
Me: "Well, no, Daddy brought the apple juice to the table, but God made the trees where the apples grow, people pick the apples and make them into juice, we buy it at Trader Joe's, and Daddy brought it to you"
Ainsley: "God made the trees?"
Me: "Yes"
Ainsley: "The apples grow on trees?"
Me: "Yes"
Ainsley: "Oh," (head bowed again) Amen.
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2 comments:
Hehe... :)
That's my GodDaughter!
Funny.
Also a special thanks for Reiley's prayers as we don't have air conditioning.
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