Conversations with Eli..and God: A Morning Prayer
16January 17, 2013 by CassieCravings
“Heavenly Father…”
“Mama, ‘tans I pwray?”
“Of course.”
“Dears God. I pwray for my fwriends at school: Turner, Parker, Trenton, Mollie Cake. I pwray for Mrs. Theresa and Mis’dur Jody. I pwray for Sadie gog and for Win’ton ‘da cat. Oh, and my Riley gog too. I givea to You my boo-boo owie on muh finger. It huwrted. Mama, will you pwray for me?”
“Absolutely. Father, I thank you for Eli. He is a precious gift to us. I pray for Eli to have a heart for You and a heart for others. I pray that he is a leader in school. You tell us, ‘Do not let anyone look down on you because you are young…’ Eli is the youngest and the smallest in his class, but You have a plan for him. Eli is a great leader in his class. He doesn’t have to wait until he is big to make an impact for You. Amen.”
“Not Amens. I pwray for I, Eli, to have a shiny heart. Likes ‘da sunshine. Now say ‘da Amen.”
“Amen.”
“Deal.”
mamacravings 
Precious!
Thank you 🙂
How sweet
❤ He's a sweet kiddo.
He sounds it. I am looking forward to my son praying.
I waited for my son forever…well, it seemed like it. lol He’s worth the wait 🙂
I wrote something on the subject yesterday:
https://mamacravings.wordpress.com/2013/01/16/of-all-of-the-little-boys/
I’m praying with you. ❤
Thank you. Can I ask you something.
How did you seem to keep house when he was a baby? My son is 7months.
I had a very, very simple schedule. Every day, I would make the bed, do the dishes and straighten up before he would get up (by I would limit myself to 15 minutes. If it took more than 15, I wouldn’t take the time.)
When I got home from work, I would do one more “chore”…if I was still up for it when he went to bed (laundry, dust, bathrooms..)
But I lived by this poem 🙂
Mother, O’ Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek – peekaboo.
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew,
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo.
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
Aww, his prayer is absolutely precious.
I love to listen to him pray ❤
Wonderful ,
Our little prophet……
A cute story for you,
Our friend remarked to her husband” hon, there is a draft co
Ing in here!
Her daughter ,2, overheard and shrieked ‘Daddy, there is a giraffe coming in here”
That’s adorable!! I love it ❤
I was the youngest and smallest in my class too. It all works out in the end.
Eli sounds like an amazing little guy.
Thank you! He is quite the little man. I am one lucky mama ❤
I love reading your blog. After reading some of your posts, I went in to see my sleeping daughter and just held her. Thank you for rekindling my memories. I nominated you for a blog award: http://atxviapgh.wordpress.com/2013/01/20/314/
Thank you so much! That means to much to me! I really appreciate it ❤