We ate dinner (oatmeal when the man isn't home), played with matchbox cars,
the boys took bubble baths and we read a few library books.
Before the boys snuggled into bed, we sat together on the floor in the hall to say our prayers.
I asked each kid what they'd like to pray for.
George said Jesus, Eddie said everybody, and then we got to Lute.
I wanna pray for the people who don't have a
place to live and that other people who see them
would want to help them.
To give them food.
And I pray that they know that God is close to them
and that He loves them a lot.
I looked at him in awe, my heart full, throat aching as I tried to hold back tears.
My little five year old, with a heart for the world.
I was totally humbled and silently overwhelmed as I realized how mightily God was already working in his heart.
I am thankful for this boy who has taught me how to love on so many levels.
I really couldn't ask for anything more.