God's Little Messenger

Jamie was out of town this past weekend on his annual Men's Attack weekend with church.  I had a horrible headache Saturday and was feeling pretty awful by the time the kids were finishing lunch.  I put Miles down for his nap and had just tucked Gisèle in, when she let out a little whining sound, and I thought "oh no - here we go.  (sigh)"  I was so afraid she was going to throw a mini-tantrum (a common occurrence lately), and I just didn't have the strength to weather it with my head like it was. 

What came out of her mouth, though, was something unexpected - she said "Wait, Mama - I wanna say a prayer!"  Oh.  That's something we do before bedtime, but not usually before a nap.  I certainly wasn't going to say no, though, headache or not.  I knelt down by her bed and said "ok, sweetheart - what do you want to say to God?"

"I wanna say thank you to God for my Mama because I love her."

{cue the tears}

Here I was feeling awful because of my headache, missing Jamie, and just wanting to leave the room and lay down, and she wanted to say a prayer for me.  God always knows just how and when I need to be spoken to.

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In other news, I'm getting over bronchitis and the beginnings of walking pneumonia and I feel like death warmed over.  The headache on Saturday was just the precursor, so I probably won't be posting much the rest of the week.  (Poor Jamie didn't have a great homecoming from his Men's weekend.)  Big thanks go to our awesome friends Matt & Emily for coming over Sunday to take care of the kids and take me to the Urgent Care center before Jamie got back!  They rock!