(Preached at First Baptist, Pauls Valley, 9-07-14)
When our son Paul was a preschooler, we went to my mom’s house for a get-together, and we all had a good time. We ate cake, and swam and played outside, and at one point I saw that Paul was smashing some bugs on the back porch. Well, when we put him to bed that night, he prayed, and his prayer went something like: “God, thank You that we got to go to Grandma’s house; thank You for the cake and that we got to swim, and thank You that we got to smash bugs on the back porch”! At first I thought to myself, “What kind of prayer is THAT?!” But the truth is, it was a great prayer, because it came from his heart, and these were the things that he was truly thankful to God for.
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