Don’t pick me, don’t pick me, please God don’t pick me

A great post, and one that I plan on sharing with my kiddo. He’s been having trouble at prayer time at night with coming up with something to say, which has led to a series of “meat prayers”, like “Thank you for ham and sausage and bacon and hamburgers and…”. Recently, he and I had a private prayer session without his grandma and his Dad, and I told him that I needed him to be completely silent and still (but to keep his eyes open), and that I was going to pray the way I pray when I’m alone, so he could see what private prayer looks like. It was honestly one of the more exposing experiences of my life, praying honestly and legitimately in my very conversational manner with God, praying about real life concerns that I would normally pray about only in complete privacy, with my son looking on. But it really did seem to help him understand, and I think this post might help too. Thank you.

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